In conclusion (1st April 2008, 1.24pm)
Can you drag it out longer
Please please please, do you see me beg and plead?
Put me on a waiting list and book up the machines
And when I finally can’t bear
The weight of the pain
Carrying it around like a mutant baby
Down there in my intimate places
I pay to queue jump
Past the less well off
I am the fortunate
Three weeks instead of six
What a rip-off
There I am in the tunnel of love
While the two white machines beside me stand unused and useless
A waste of donated NHS lifeblood
All the taxes I have handed over for forty four years
They have lives to save but instead
Are tainted and stained with mourners’ tears
The unsaved masses
Resources they call them
Exhausted, I am
Too weak to handle the toxic drug
They operate again
I throw up
Rinse and repeat
Fast forward please please please
You gave me a year
I took three months.
Comments
richardw | May 30, 2008 - 15:27
Thanks for the comment Jennifer, I didn't know you could do that on abc nowadays. I like the care/gravel lines you commented on, which I suppose approach something like proper poetry, instead of the malicious text I managed otherwise.
As for you, I understand the guilt and terror you have written down. I appreciate the rawness of your writing, in suits the lack of need for a subtext.
Importantly, you may consider that there are none who could disapprove of your solution. It's nowt to do with money, it's nothing that you've done, just the world being a vindictive snakes and ladders game.