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Poem Details
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| Title: | Ward 24 |
| Author: | Paul Ciavardini |
| Date Submitted: | 10/10/2006 |
| Email: | paulsveins4pains27@hotmail.com |
| Poem: |
The doctor comes with an empty syringe… But I don’t care I will not cringe Use the thickest needle I like it best… Hiding my smile is the real test So enter… My vein, my pain, I’ve gone insane, Pierce my skin to test my brain My vein, my pain, I’ve gone insane, I smile as my fluids begin to drain My life, my strife, hand me the knife, misery’s my wedded wife My life, my strife, hand me the knife, I want to carve this pumpkin HAND ME THE KNIFE! There’s enough string behind my door, to hold my feet off the floor So goodbye ward 24, Tonight my heart will beat no more “All patents in ward 24, check in your drawstrings” ... |