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![]() Ode to Mein NurseYou held my hand in comfort You covered me with blankets of wool But you came not to me when I rang the bell My bedpan, for hours, was full Your nursing compassion is way out of fashion You woke me up for a damn sleeping pill But listen to me Ma’am, only here for an out- patient exam It is to your credit that now that I’m ill Your generous rations, five days of starvation You provided me with absolutely nothing for pain With a bed full of beetles, and a behind shot with needles At which Russian Gulag did you once train? I laid in the mud as you professionally drew out my blood My arm was a discolored road map My neck necroses black as you messaged my sore back Getting ready for your Samurai spinal tap I lost one complete size though I left this hospital alive My life has learned a new point of view With a cast iron heart, you took one heroic part Fighting for the wrong side, in World War number Two Send this Whackocard to your friends! |