A poem ( Cure for the blues)
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Cure for the blues.
When his life was just about over
he sat there in that 8 by 7 room
with a view of an empty parking lot
pressing that Godforsaken button
hanging on side of his bed
waiting for a nurses aid,
hopefully the bald male one
with the ring in his ear
to take him to the bathroom.
Sure he could’ve used the bedpan
wiped his own ass with tissues
left on the end table
for such an occasion,
but he was in an extremely
depressed mood today &
Mr Clean wiping his ass
always seemed
to perk him back up!
When his life was just about over
he sat there in that 8 by 7 room
with a view of an empty parking lot
pressing that Godforsaken button
hanging on side of his bed
waiting for a nurses aid,
hopefully the bald male one
with the ring in his ear
to take him to the bathroom.
Sure he could’ve used the bedpan
wiped his own ass with tissues
left on the end table
for such an occasion,
but he was in an extremely
depressed mood today &
Mr Clean wiping his ass
always seemed
to perk him back up!