Untitled: Concrete
Tue, 25 Nov 2008 at 06:56am
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So there I am again,
White sheets, concrete floor
And the best cherry jello
An underpaid, disgruntled cook could make.
Tubes and wires, and needles and pens,
We’ve got everything just about labled down in here
We won’t lose ANYTHING, anything I tell you!
Except for that thing, lying in the bed,
That thing, mumbling to itself,
We’ll mend and mate,
And marry and get a nice good job,
Perfect for those vacations between
Paranoia and Insanity.
And “ma’am, yes, I know it hurts”,
“but we really won’t be able to help you without insurance”
And the doors open, and out again onto another concrete floor.
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galanteeshowman
2008-12-01
Love the title! Your stuff has a real novel quality to it I really like. More!
