Used To

where oh where

Used To

 

I used to go for coffee

At the local cafe

Now it’s at the local clinic

Where I start every day

 

My I&R needs tending to

My bandages need wrapping new

My bedpan is full of goo

Think I’ve gota tutcha flue

 

Those pills I pop, I can’t stop

My nose runs on, drop after drop

Over my feet I too often trip

My pacemaker tends to often skip

 

All the nurses know my name

My diapers collect alota stain

I’ve had needles poked in every vein

My lower back’s in constant pain

 

I’ve got pointers in my hip

Each eye’s on a separate trip

My lymphatic vessel’s nearly sunk

And not one muscle hasn’t shrunk

 

From the clinics’ parking lot

The cemetery’s just a hop

And whether weather’s cold or hot

That will be, my next stop

Author's Note

too close to reality!!!

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Well, at least you've still got your good looks. When we become like old cars with too many miles and things start falling off, it's best not to plan any long trips. You know, just to the whorehouse and back.

[john l smith]

Haha, is that the place between the hospital and the graveyard
there is surely time enough for a minor detour