A Dose of Medicine
Me mate Jake is in a terrible state,
where he lays in a hospital bed.
His eyes have sunk and his skin is pale,
if he wasn’t breathing I’d say he is dead.
And the doctors are really concerned;
each test they have taken is clear.
Whatever Jake caught is unknown,
but I’d say that it’s pretty severe.
It is sad to watch mates going down,
the way that it’s happening to Jake,
it’s unfair for he’s really quite young,
so I’m praying he might get a break.
But his Priest is not holding much hope,
for Jake has received his last rites,
and his family is being called in,
now the angels are booking his flights.
With Jake laying there with his pain,
I spoke softly about better times,
when we fished and we drank a pub dry,
and stealing sheep was one of our crimes.
Jake grinned when I mentioned red lights,
where women were our sole obsession,
and Doreen, Jake’s wife had been listening,
so Jake insisted he will do confession.
But Doreen who sat by his Jake’s side,
declared “No Jake, you’re in too much distress,
but Jake wheezed and coughed as he uttered
“There are things that I need to confess.”
But Doreen being gentle and kind,
softly whispered “Jake, there is no need,”
but Jake is determined as ever,
to die in peace is Jake’s final plead.
“I have slept with your sister Doreen;
and slept with your best friend as well,
I slept with her friend and your mother,
and I slept with our neighbour Michelle.”
I cringed when expecting a tirade,
from Doreen who stood there with a smirk,
“I know you did Jake, but everything’s fine …
now rest up, and let the arsenic work.”
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