I'M Selling My Body To Science

My warm body's on permanent loan to Big Pharma;
I am chancing my health but could care less for karma.
All that money they pay is too good to refuse;
So with minimal risk I have little to lose.

Man, I shovel their food and I watch lots of cable;
And I gain as much weight as I'm possibly able.
I will sleep like Prince Charming awaiting a kiss
From young nurses so sweet their mere presence is bliss.

I can do what I want from pre-dawn to late night
Just as long as I don't give the staffers a fright.
I take nice, long hot showers until I'm beet red;
Some warm milk with six cookies, and then on to bed.

It's pure Heaven, I tell you, it's every man's dream;
You relax all the time, eat desserts with whipped cream,
Then you mark off each day as it languidly fades,
Blithely block out the world by extending the shades.

So work smarter, not harder, all you Type-A's out there;
And let stress be a kind of a fast fading nightmare
Out of which you've been wakened by a woman's soft voice
As she calls you to breakfast, and makes note of your choice.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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April 25, 2019 at 10:42 AM
Hello i would like to use this poem for one of my college classes however, i need a little background on you. may i know what influences/ influenced you to write this poem ? i can be reached at @[email protected]
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December 29, 2020 at 7:41 AM
Ah, Gee. It looks like I missed your comment by 20 long months. My email address is [email protected]. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! 2021 has got to be better.
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December 6, 2015 at 8:48 PM
Seems like an inmate in a psychiatric institution, being disused from stress. Hope the person you describe recover and return to society and reality. God bless.
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March 12, 2019 at 12:38 PM
No. I was never an inmate. Just a well-paid guinea pig for the pharmaceutical industry. Cheers.
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