Annual Flu Shot
With tubes and wires, she lay in bed.
She couldn’t speak, t’was all but dead.
It was her fault, no doubt is true.
It was no cold, but deadly flu.
She said the shot was toxic junk,
that medical advice was bunk.
Injections she would never get,
or ever after have regret.
Ignoring truth, she closed her eyes,
that surely led to her demise.
In spite of all t’was done to save,
her actions took her to the grave.
She should have known. She was a nurse,
that stubbornness makes matters worse.
But now she’s gone, has breathed her last,
and we are sad because she passed.
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