songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

don’t let me die in florida

because

they don’t know their asses

from a hospice   which i found

not to be a hospice at all  but a

tired building where ghoulish docs

lie to families

 

oh we’re just going to send him there

to get stronger

 

though he could no longer walk from

the cancer in his bones

 

and is it not important too to die in one’s

home?  i should have sprung him

 

woulda

shoulda

didn’t

 

just a lowly sister

 

hey mister  +crusty nurses   take your hands

off of my brother  or i will pull a julian assange

redheaded whistleblower  blow your cover  this

place is the black hole of calcutta

 

blow it to smithereens

 

and blow me  dr.abe schwarzberg

charlatan-in-chief

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Spring 2019  …don’t worry dear readers..i still promise sunshine+daffs..soonish..

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