The Road To "recovery"

My instructor said "Just get in" I reluctantly sat in the contraption My legs were moved by a machine Heavy breathing was my only reaction Soon enough I was exalted I got out praying for a nice swim I was escorted to a contraption That thing about tore me limb from limb I guess wellness does have it's price I could not even take two steps But the thought of leaving, gave impress And I didn't want any more tests! My wheelchair was strong and had a good motor I drove it down the highway to a gas station I asked "How far to the nearest Interstate?" He said "Your fifty miles from indoctrination!" My stupid wheelchair stalled just out of town I saw four buzzards circling me, overhead A white van pulled up and took me back Guessing it's better to be well, than to be dead