I got red raw ulcers n holes,
A proper hospital stay is my goal.
Got blood, thinner than water,
Porter ready to take me off to slaughter.
This is just prison with good food,
Only the meds keep my mellow mood.
I make my own bed,
And have to sort out my own head.
Showers at 4 in the morning,
I'm lucky if I get hot water pouring.
Doctors rounds are battlegrounds,
I can't help but pummel down.
Doctors have heads thicker than wood,
Nothing I say gets understood.
This is a shit merry-go-round,
I might as well sit in the Lost N Found.
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