#568: A Preemptive Poem For My Colonoscopy With Apologies to OK Go

I have taken my first dose of sodium,
potassium, and magnesium sulfate, all the
sulfates, sulfate, sulfate, sulfate, and I will
soon be indisposed, but before then
I am listening to the new OK Go
with the recommended follow up
dose of 32 ounces of water and
the poem that would be impossible
to write from a toilet. This is good
music, and I won’t let my pronounced
hunger pangs, the sickly taste of that
miserable concoction, or the torture
of the hours to come, to ruin this record.
It wasn’t a conscious choice, to coordinate
listening to OK Go with the impending
urge to OK Go. I’ve been wanting to listen
for some time now. They’re the only
band I can think of whose videos have
overshadowed their music, and that’s
a shame, because they’re really good,
but even I kind of forgot about them.
My apologies to the band, with gratitude
to them for their clever lyrics,
irresistible melodies, and inventive
production choices. It’s a comfort, really,
in this condition, to have great new music
to accompany my suffering, to bolster
my confidence in a clean bill of health.
The label says this stuff should kick
in about two to three hours, but I think . . .