Sitting in the seat Tapping my feet Cuz I got the beat To take to the street I'm Hungary as can be Think I need something to eat All this waiting Has made me so starving The other patients Can hear my stomach grumbling
Oh waiting in the Doctor surgery Air filled with sickness germs Just gotta hope you don't Get what they got Cuz it's not much fun Lying in bed With a sore head
His gonna dissect my toe But it won't stop my flow I can see that they know I've got so much to show But waiting really blows Wish this nail wasn't ingrown It sucks so much I cause such a fuss Ew is that puss Nah I kid it is blood Ah
Oh waiting in the Doctor surgery Air filled with sickness germs Just gotta hope you don't Get what they got Cuz it's not much fun Lying in bed With a sore head
I'm gonna scream like a bitch When he cuts into my skin Cuz I don't like sharp things They hurt oh fuck I'm going to die Don't stick that in my eye The lights to bright Here my heart goes bump bump To the sound of a drum Wait where did that come from Ahh stick out my tongue Does my breath smell fresh?
Oh waiting in the Doctor surgery Air filled with sickness germs Just gotta hope you don't Get what they got Cuz it's not much fun Lying in bed With a sore head
Saw the Saw Doctors last night; So decided to write a song. (I only wish you well-title.)
There is something about her That's not good For letting go, So I say this here On a muggy winter night As she lays on crags In the wind, Pulling me closer To those lovely halcyon stars But a valkyrie of gin.
So I must say goodbye, To this war machine of love, I must lay my heart Back in it's proper place Against those soft cheeks of hers Where my lips were boarders And my heart became wily.
I hate this letting go, It'd be easier for us to hug, Searching lips buzzing For the growing rose of the tongue, I would rather Have things be easy, And never have to Not see you go, But whatever we had, Let its skeleton of love Grow old in the murk, Let its bones be recast Into something of worth, Let my heart reside easily In the oilyness Of iniquity, Someday soon I'll meet another And start this war machine With its grandiose sacrifices, And subliminal pains, All over again.
So maybe this was your plan all along, The great general Pushing the arteries around Like so many toy soldiers, Until the whole thing Was gone, And there was nothing To remember, I really don't think so, But maybe I'm wrong.
I hope you meet him Somewhere nice, Where you are warm And flakes of yourself fall into Him like glaciers, I hope he can become The beast of love to break you down Again And make you love him insanely With only the best kinds of sin; The kind that make you burn warmly And feel young and wily again.
I've discovered a new wonder, One that from now on should become Part of a daily routine that's yet to be Prepared and laid out. I've discovered the music the keyboard Plays while my Ritalin brain (all are one) Bullets through space and the Imaginary library up there with the floor Shelves. That's where I'll take the ambien And loose control of what is happening And slow slow slow Into the stopping stop stop The train stops. A whole scene to add every morning These things are magnificent And who cares losing a friend or two Over random fits of rage when When you get to add this To the morning afternoon night routine. I Am A God. The only lesson this has taught me And 3666 words an hour is too good a devilish thing To pass by. I will continue and spiral. Then the sleepy haze and the tripping morning Salutes.
President Donald Trump Is threatening To shrink Healthcare Benefits But it seems to me That this System Is already useless. I don't know how many doctors Diagnosed my injured foot, But none of them seem to know What the nature of the injury Really is? Apparently, The University of Colorado Health Sciences Center Is a good place to train doctors, But a lousy place To get decent care. What's the best Health Care Plan? AVOID INJURY 'Cause them doctors Ain't gonna' do you no good!
You say doctors will Make the best poets. They will search your emotions By the skin; cutting open to reveal And revel With surgical precison. They will play with Heavy drugs and blades-- Nothing shall hide beneath The armors of bone and muscle. They know the anatomy Of the heart too well. They will find the things You have hidden in your chest.
I say Doctors will never be poets. They are too mechanical, Too fast with their edges And ridges. They cannot see the pain As pain but merely as an anomaly. That sadness is black bile Not melancholia. They cannot sing to you But only clammer in medical jargon.
Poets will use their imperfect words, And perfect rhymes To find the secrets of your rib cage With ease. They will find every flaw Of your broken body And make it the best story You've never heard.
Doctors, They will put love to define as A momentary rush of adrenaline, An arrythmia for another human Caused due to an imbalance of the heart rhythm.
Poets will tell you That love is the first jolt Of life for them. They will say love is a state of euphoria That takes those irregular rhythms to perfect symphonies.
Doctors say that Veins carry blood Devout of oxygen. I say that they carry your broken emotions To their feelings factory To mend it within its beautiful catacombs.
All those doctors Will find and fix you With perfect solutions.
And these poets Will do their best To be your perfect solution.
doctors.
Author: rained-on parade
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Date: 21/02/2020
№ 1159403
Doctors Permission
Frozen in the darkness silence peacefully shrouds me Hoping that I am breathless, praying he wont see, This sublime sorrow I am gasping in the pain Swallowing bitter tears seconds from insane. Defining the emotion each and every time Trying not to echo, balancing on the line, Silence is a killer but not my reason to die Hearing in this deafness will always make me cry. The shadows over take me, speak the unspoken curse Just as well I am dying can't bear to smell this hearse. Weighed down by lost tomorrows my memory finally broke, Why is it always my own hands gripped to make me choke? His hug comforts my stomach blindly in his sleep Not knowing in this darkness my eyes can't help but weep, Obscurity plays around me tries to steal my breath Every time I close my eyes I know I'm close to death. Panic underestimates the power the black withholds Carving me so gently, painless as it moulds I sweat out my reaction cause words can't find a voice, Helplessly devoted to lay I have no choice. Everything suffocates can't bear to close my eyes Repeated optimism as I see how everyone dies, My mind is there to haunt me it never gives me peace All the pills digested at will, still wont make it cease. Night is a blur now confused by chemical reaction Convulsions rage as death excels performing its extraction, In the mix I see his face traumatised by my choice, it's made But time has gone his actions futile as sight begins to fade, Regret stabs flesh repentantly too late to change effect I know he'll cry forever at his failure to correct. My selfish, vengeful actions will speak louder than my word He never seen the suicide...do you think he finally heard?
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Waiting all alone Waiting on this cold table Waiting for the doctors and the drones
I feel the scratch Of the itchy cotton gown On the narrows of my back As it climbs up and down
Displayed I lye on the medical tables hard cold steel It seers into the crevices of my bones I ponder the lone window and wonder if it's real I listen for the bleep and bloop of medical tones
Nurses walk by in a mechanical grace Poke and prod & tap and touch my face And then proceed to leave without a trace With no hint of knowledge of my medical case
Waiting all alone Waiting on this cold table Waiting for the doctors and the drones
I'm a big girl, I'm a big girl I begin to chant in a simple rhythm As small as a ball I begin to curl I'm abandoned inside this glassy prism
The dead silence creeps inside my brain I want to scream to fill the deadly gap But the cold thick air of silence brings pain I comfort myself and say it will be ok
My breathing begins to quicken My eyes dart around the room Only comfort is the fear which I am stricken My sight goes bleary as darkness looms
Waiting all alone Waiting on this cold table Waiting for the doctors and the drones
Tears sting the corner of my eyes I want someone to hold my hand Oh God how I want to cry But the only thing there is the bleeding arm band
The test begins with the thickness of barium It slides down my throat and clings to my esophagus It tastes like chalk and pandemonium They want me to suffocate I guess
I chug and chug as the pictures are snapped X-ray upon x-ray of my stomach and my back Drink more Drink more They tell me to do Nervously I shake and say, anymore and I will puke on you
Waiting all alone Waiting on this cold table Waiting for the doctors and the drones
Even more poking and prodding ensues But of my stomach, ribs and breasts I lay rigid as a board from the pain of each touch I grow weary of this tiresome rues
The tests are done And the coast is clear I am left alone To dress myself in fear
Dismissed and discharged to walk away They file my chart with a robotic smile Now for the wait of endless days I'm lost in my mind's land of emotional exile
Waiting all alone Waiting on this cold table Waiting for the doctors and the drones
Pins & Needles Pins & Needles I wait for the results Is it stomach cancer, an ulcer or both??? In the dark I am kept like followers in cults.
