Life is nightmare:
Mark Miller ADN, RN, B.A.
© 03/19/2014
My Son smitten in N block feels like no ends-
Scamming soups, spoons, sour hours, and radio tunes-
Kicking tossing stealing paper coins paying to pretend I'm not fading-
Ain't got no life living in an ether base strife-
Living with Burly who allows bugs in Bungalow number ten waiting for guards to give me the chance to stab him to death when snug in his rug~
Bottled up pinstriped out emotions accord oh lunch at quarter to twelve~
And for me well we got himself some college degree ya see-
Burnt steaks cooked medium rare seem swell doesn't mean I'm free, see~
Taken care of men's holes times 23 in their torn out spleen waiting for surgeon step-ford husband to sleep through trauma door twenty-four-
Oh no too late another bag gets colored white running down halls playing with patients scared straight blue and night, "ain't gonna be me she say's." Stick around we have the time puncture wounds and suture decisions all waiting games in some game of competition-
Another day attempting to save a fallen soul from going to heaven or ringing shells bells-
All and all dreams we are breaking within stricken without all I care to do is scream for less routine and more bottles labeled number 14~
#@$%^&* dopers, winos, and king pin punk sunk caller renegades think another kill for today might set the platform pattern fair when all it does is creates circus black death decay~
Most insist Flint's some kind of draining sink but I'm not laughing since their humans and your their victims wait and observe who eats who at corral deserve~
Heaven or Hell *&() you seems so hard to tell the difference when your elbows are inside a human abdomen that looks like an accordion- He! He! Yea, call me crazy! That works Right, get a damn life I'd rather @#$%% you before midnight!-
Sugar and spice hey everything's just nice-
Shots ring out and cops stomp tazer stingers voltage range between two and twenty thousand seem enough for ten year old child who dies at mothers front door~
"Wow", is that a bug whizzing past my head or did that PCP cause hallucinations and I'm just dead please~
Na G that's a round I found almost hit twice in both fraternal lobes-
Oh that's nice maybe think of having lunch inside sometime asshole~
Freestyle maniac mindful brainiac or what the #$%^ a hemophiliac-
In my hospital I'll beat or throw anyone out and stare you in the face lock the door and punch you in the face laughing cause you ain't getten seen in my dream~?