A Draught in My Mailbox

[Original]

Why do you treat me so oh damn mailbox?
Why do you tease me with junk-mail oh freaking email?

My frail heart poundeth with every step towards you oh mailbox!

But Alas I am rewarded with emptiness day after day

Just yesterday you conspired against me. You joined forces with my enemies and betrayed my ass by delivering nothing but bills.

My dream is that one day mailbox, you will quit the crack pipe and stop prostituting yourself to the utility companies. I dream of the day when you will stop being such a bitch. On this day of rain, celebration and laughter, you will conceive of a truck load of interview invites and acceptance letters.

I pray that God will have mercy on my draught-stricken ass and bless my undeserving soul with such a sweet, long-awaited rain.

THE END.

I know the above is real lame; though not too bad considering that I free-styled(typed) it. I beseech yee my fellow SDNers to express your joys, frustrations, anger, anxiety, relief..... through poetry. The lamer, cheesier, and BSer, the better.

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[Mystique]

Haha, good one! I'm impressed. It should be titled "eulogy to a mailbox."

I know exactly how you're feeling...my mailbox hasn't seen any action within the past 2 weeks. They eerie silence is deafening. Hopefully, that will change soon. I'll keep my fingers crossed for the both of us.

 

[Original]

Thanks for the complement man. It means alot to my draught-stricken ass. And I got your back too men. You guys are encouraged to post application related poetry on this thread.

 

[jdub]

why not "ode to my mailbox"?

kinda like adam sandler, but it could be "utility bills suck my *ss!"

 

[praying4MD]

Ah, poetry, one of my favorite topics. I will be posting quite a bit here. Very cool poem & idea Original. I Love It!

My 1st contribution:

To AMCAS
Shall I Compare Thee

Shall I Compare thee to a Winter's stormy night?
Thou art more evil and more ghastly:
Your Rough winds do shake the darling little premeds' wavering hearts,
And your Winter's lease hath all too long a date.
The cold eye of AMCAS' specialists sparkles, frightening prospective med students into depression and hibernation,
And often their wicked temperament is dimm'd further into the recesses of hell as they plan the demise of their fellow premeds.

But AMCAS' parade of depraved corruption shall not fade,
For you keep my hard earned funds to let it thrive,
Nor shall you lose sleep over my lost MCAT scores,
Nor shall you know the torture of waiting on hold listening to Mariah Carey,
So long as men can breathe, or as premeds can stab each other in the back,
So long lives this, and AMCAS gives life & encourages the ruthlessness amongst the students.

{Adapted from Shakespeare's "Shall I Compare Thee")

And just for you Original, one of my favorites:

Samuel Taylor Coleridge's "Epigram"

Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet.

hehe. I've always loved that one.

More to come for any admirers of my work...

 

[Mystique]

Praying4md,

Girl, I'm impressed! I wish I had the brain to compose poetry. How about I'll compose a piece on my flute... Yeah, that's it. You and Original take care of the poetry, I'll compose the music, and um if there are any singers/poetry readers, they can read the poetry...

You think people will go for the idea?

Oh yeah, and JDub, I had to surpass you on the # of posts. We were tied...

 

[DNALadder2002]

I wrote this previously in another thread:

You pray, wish, and hope that you get accepted to at least one school. Who cares where it is...as long as one school thinks you're cut out to have a medical school education. I am nervous, tired, and more nervous. I wait and wait and wait for an interview letter. I hear nothing. I feel nothing. I only see a mailbox at 3pm on the
weekdays and 1pm on Saturdays.

 

[Original]

Praying4MD,

That is supertight! I think I'll frame that one as memorabilia for the trauma we're going through with AMCAS. Genius work!

 

[kutastha]

[humor]oops.. I saw the title and was thinking, 'Oh man, I wish I had a nice cold draught in my mailbox.' I'd be camped out in front of it. [/humor]

Andrew

 

[praying4MD]

I'm really bored right now, so here comes another of my inspired works...

A Physician's Eyes

A physician's eyes are nothing like the sun;
When on call, he is always on the run.
If surgeons get the dough, why is peds undercompensated?
This hole of arrogance has been created.
I have seen private practice get the money,
While those on relief missions get a salary that's crummy.

Yet those doctors will complain,
Of loans and mortgages not yet paid;
While they treat the dying,
The families around them crying.
The HMOs tie the hands of doctors,
and they are left sighing.

Maybe in law, there is more delight,
Of course, you run the risk of battling might.
I have seen roses red and white,
But no such roses see I in my patient's cheeks.
In many perfumes is there more delight
Than in the stench of anatomy lab that greets us day and night.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
When I walk on rounds, I feel like my feet are about to blow.

When we are able to shudder with fear at the sight of white coats,
Or are left in confusion at the sound of foreign medical terminology,
When we, too, can fathom our patients' agony,
Only then can we be the great doctors we want to be.

So while HMOs cheat us,
While we grow old paying our loans,
And come home to neglected husbands and wives than groan,
And barely see our kids, only talk on phones,
We still run back to this profession.

Despite not seeing the wife,
And going through all this strife,
We treasure that feeling of improving someone's quality of life.
We still love the comforting touch of our hand on a patient's,
We revel in the smiles of sick children,
And of science's mystery of cures.

And yet, by heaven, I think this medicine as rare
As all things I just I belied with false compare.
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What a stress reliever. Man, that was deep! Very corny, but deep, no? I think I get extra points for the cheese factor.

Thank you Shakespeare (adapted from "My Mistress' Eyes.)

This is so much fun! I think I will just leave all this to become a writer... And when none of my books sell, I'll be back to bother AMCAS some more.

PS: Thanks for the compliments pendulum and original!

 

[nochaser]

This really doesn't have anything to do with medicine or this process but here is a poem that my roommate wrote

hmm...sure about that? seems awfully familiar...anyway, you guys are so talented! Do you publish? If not, get into your school journals or papers NOW! Keep 'em comin'!!!

 

[nochaser]

yeah, i think so. i may be wrong, but it reminds me of a poem from the movie "love jones". a good deal of the scenes take place at a poetry slam, and the poem you posted could have been one of the poems from that movie...i could be wrong, though. anyway, it's a pretty good piece, regardless!

 

[guardian]

Great Stuff Guys!

LOL @ "Your Rough winds do shake the darling little premeds' wavering hearts... So long as men can breathe, or as premeds can stab each other in the back"

 

[Ai]

I am in the process of choreographing an interpretive dance about my recent experiences with AMCAS. You'll all just have to imagine how it goes...