The doctor told
me firmly,
And that I had
no choice...
Pace maker was
her order,
In firm, no
nonsense voice.
So I checked in
to torture,
That goes by its
own name...
Hospital is its
label,
But hurting is
its game.
At first they
tried to freeze me,
I was cold the
whole long day...
If I want to
freeze to death,
I'll do it my
own way.
I'll wait until
it's frigid,
On coldest
winter day...
Then run outside
buck naked,
An idiot at
play!
They wheeled me
down the corridors,
Around the
crooks and turns...
Soon had me lost
and much confused,
For what I soon
would learn.
They put me on a
table,
And then they
strapped me down...
My teeth were
clacking noisily,
No escape to be
found.
They poked me
with their needles,
Like I was a pin
cushion...
Told me firmly
to lay still,
Quit wriggling
and a pushin'!
They gave me
what they thought it took,
To send me on my
way...
To La La land,
and much beyond,
Hoping there I
would stay.
But that is when
I came awake,
Which gave them
quite a jolt...
"Good morning
Doctor, how are you?"
Then that was
all she wrote.
The doctor had
her way with me,
With no more
interruption...
Now I am home,
and doing fine,
No sign of
repercussion.
(c)
09/16/09 Loree (Mason) O'Neil
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