Ultrasound,
Vein found.
Scanner needed,
Nurses pleaded.
Veins very deep,
Chose 2 keep.
Arteries everywhere,
So dig with care.
Sharp scratch,
Nice catch.
Red flows in,
From a vertical pin.
2nd hand dartboard,
Diggers I ignored.
Happy nurses,
I hardly noticed.
Dying men,
Crying friends.
Here 2 mend,
Near their end.
Hot coffee,
N sticky toffee.
Don't cry n plea,
Let's look n see.
Open PC consoles,
Have a nose.
Blood pressure rose,
Coz my Mum showed.
Mental health,
List of wealth.
Psychotic dealt,
Depressive melt.
Just met a girl,
Used 2 bang n whirl.
Now a twig hurl,
Health dealt a curl.
Nepalese nurses,
Abandonded purses.
Mooching curses,
Open hearses.
Don't pay a fee,
NHS is free.
Nice nurses 2 see,
All helping me.
Not that they can,
Off 4 a scan.
This wasn't my plan,
But I'm on life's ban.
Guess now this is life,
Won't be getting a wife.
Not joining lowlife,
I'll end mine with a knife.
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Spoon washed half cut white baked moonlight,
I'm sadly back on the pipe but still smiling.
Though hungry, broke and cold the next day,
N it’s frowns n the bank that’s dialling.
It's early doors n a room full of smoke n joke,
I’ve sadly succumbed 2 my old ways.
Burning spontex n cleaning glass pipes,
I don’t want 2 slip down to them danger days.
We got a gun dealer in here just for fun,
Blagging hot n cold his jib I’m not sure.
Got one hand on my shank in my coat,
As I try to sit calm n quiet by the door.
He’s got a little 20 year old young ting,
Hanging on his jacket he’s just showing her 4 play.
She’s only taking blowbacks right now,
But within a week she’ll be selling herself 4 pay.
He’s blowing out smoke through a shooter,
N he’s trying to act all fit n cool.
I’ve already marked out spots on his bod,
That’ll I’ll be digging in hard with my tool.
Every bodies eyeing up every other body,
It’s schiz 2 the bliz and paranoia central.
Peeps eying peeps white on black kept tight,
I can’t handle this n my minds already half mental.
A harsh old haunt n drawn droop eye lids,
It’s a game for others n I don’t wanna play.
Carpet picking curtain twitching wired old men,
But least my blank bank account will hav the final say.
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