It's another Happy New Year Skrew 2 all u few,
N I hope MSRA n Cancer don't get into u lot 2.
The NHS seemingly has more important things to do,
Even though my legs r starting 2 turn green n blue.
I honestly think that the NHS is trying 2 kill me,
Even though I've tried myself more times than 1,2,3.
Seems whisky, morphine n pills don't even get 2 me,
Just wake up hours later needing a desperate pee.
I go 2 every hospital appointment, N always arrive on time,
N 2 b compliant I even force a chin rug on my grime.
Though I might black out halfway down the waiting line,
I still try my best when I'm cold n nose dripping green slime.
Honestly, I got doctors telling me to do my own surgery,
When I ask them why u don't bother trying to really help me.
Guess what the Surgeon said "it's, not illegal to see",
Myself get a blade n start hacking off lumps of cancerous meat.
So thank u NHS for wasting all that inpatient bed time,
I've stayed in the hospital 4 my pegs at least 4 times.
But all they cared about was some mysterious blood leak, deep inside,
N of course it was an invisible one they could never find.
So now I'm back on the waiting list for 20 23,
It does take the piss, N I doubt any1 really cares bout me.
I can't handle the pain no more, so I often scream n plea,
But there aint enuff strong meds in all my drawers 2 set me free.
So I may not be around it seems, for much more time,
N it seems God's given the NHS duty, 2 punish me, 4 all my crimes.
So although this liddle ditty, is only a little Skrew, joke n rhyme,
It could just be one of the few last poems, that I will ever sign.
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