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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