Nurse, Reserve That Hearse

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5206]

Nurse, will I get my own room
Vacuumed and perfumed
When will it be
Will it be soon

Shuffling down the hall in slippers three sizes too small
Hearing the fossils chocking on out of date kippers for tea
Whilst trying to call

But the nurse,
She’s too busy going through the old buggers purse
To hear

Three score and twenty
That’ll be plenty
Tis my fate I fear

Sitting in a moth ridden armchair
With touching cloth and,
Overgrown nostril hair

Boring the old f*cks bringing up the good-old days
About how we used to string up those bastard gays

Nurse, will I have my own bed-pan
Somewhere I can splatter
It really doesn’t matter
As I’ll have dementia of the head
With no pension plan
By then

The last time the sun shone on my leather face
I walked so slow at a snails pace
The weather changed, so
They wheeled me in
Just in case

When I smile, all you see is gums
I can’t even finish a bloody jigsaw
I’m all fingers and thumbs

Attempted to still be a boy and,
Tried it on with Joy

She looked amazing in a floral gown
My eyes continued gazing
As my penis went down

Nurse, can I be so terse and,
Say things couldn’t be worse
Reserve that hearse
My Prostates about to burst

I spend five hours watching TV
I spend the other five awake
Wondering what I had for tea

Fourteen hours in an adult crypt
Can’t even sit up
As my L5’s slipped

No-one comes to visit me
The only voice I ever hear is from next door
He’s an amputee

He told me,
He lost it in Vietnam
Funny, as he was a cook
His specialty, spaghetti
In a saucepan

Nurse, can you increase my dose
I’ll ingest the rest
Along with my burnt toast

Nurse, can you inject me with Insulin
Anything
Keratin

THANKS, AND GOOD NIGHT!

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