Saturday, 14 December 2013

hospital work going home poem / art whisperer


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I'm going to work ... 


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I'm going home 

its better to treat me at home 

I'm being discharged i can get on with my things 

nobody minds if i sings n I'm going home 

to my mess n my clutter 

n longer a nutter 

I'm going home I'm fully compus mantis 

i don't know if you can get this 

but i can switch it on 

in i can switch is off  .... bis 

n parently i operates your switches too 

nuuurrrse 

I'm being discharged 

there isn't one person here who's really ill 

n prettily i operates your cranks 

people think I'm stuck up i just want to do my own thing 

i shouldn't be here 

I'm here because you deleted my work 

how is that going to help me i don't understand 

i don't have a copy of my work 

n people are doing my alien gargle 

n they want some more  








notes to look for ... 

hospital camp 

Robinson Crusoe  

nappy handbag 

you find yourself 

designing things you would be prepared 

to die for ... 









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