Nursing Home Rapper

In the multi-racial nursing home to bent and broken bodies in broken bent back wheelchairs longing to free roam, said the black lives matter rapper: When your woman leaves you, and your man is gone without a reason or a fare thee swell season, Getting mad at life ain't so deadly wrong You go ahead! Let's get angry. That's your right. Let's swing this fight! Take your meds, the ones prescribed And not those others Steal your might. Eat something right and drink your water, Go on outside and play spin the bottle and see some sight that helps you maybe feel more right. Find your music. Tunes long tried You've memorized Until they had to die inside. And when you're tired you sleep, Take a nap Join those voices heard long gone before, Who never knew you lost most choices To want to wait, to stay awake. Don't want to miss what might not happen without your last blessed kiss. But don't worry We got this, what you've not yet used up It's not a lot but I promise you Although we're young and only think we're smart, We'll do our best, We'll take our part To forward march to your grandkids at least as much as you've left us, a little parched. That ain't much but it's my promise To share your music, To take our rest when it's our time to worry less about who sleep takes than who's just pretending to stay wide awake for further mending. You go ahead! Let's not get hungry We're inside right, so let's end this trite and tired unsightly RightWing fight!