I don’t think he meant to,
Shove his blood sugar down through…
The danger zone
Way, way down,
Down where life might be through!
Discovered his mistake then,
Tried packing food in…
Chicken, roast beef,
Glucose tabs for relief,
And test all over again!
How much—oid he take (?)—
Too much for his sake…
And he wondered,
If he sleeps, will he ever awake?
His insulin pen had jammed part way,
Drawing out with a syringe to save…
Not usually an idiot this way…!