Vac Pump
Bish bash bosh,
Had another cosh,
Woke up in the morning,
Now I need a blood soaked wash.
My vac pump is annoying,
I find it soul destroying,
Got man bag n tube on the shoulder,
But life I aint enjoying.
It's another lock down for me,
Stuck on bed watching TV,
Only peeps I speak 2 r few nurses,
But get tangled up when I wanna pee.
This damn things always beeping,
With wound sometimes severe leaking,
But I get bored jus lying on the bed,
But move anywhere n leg cud start seeping.
Its doing my nut nut right in,
Getting tangled tubes round a nearby bin,
I wanna scratch this deep hole right out,
But to the nurses it be a mortal sin.
So I'm either stuck here on the bed,
Or wake up after hacking, resting laptop on my head,
My time scales r way way upside down inside out,
Like someone's turned over my timer like an egg.
All I wanna do is go out n hav a walk,
Maybe meet some peeps n hav a talk.
But this canister full of leg soaked blood n shit,
Will only make ppl stare n gawk.
So I stay stuck like a COVID brick,
My self isolation is no self owned trick.
Sometimes wish I was back in Frimley Park HMP,
Sweet nurses beep beep call, n morphine lollies 2 lick.
So life right now aint nearly so so great,
But got to thank someone unknown for my fate,
And the scar etched in 2 my forehead,
Stands L for Lucky for stopping a yucky mucky deadly date.
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