Install a monitor into the floor tile.
And download a movie ‘cause I’ll be here another while.
A life that’s been reduced to the budgeting of time.
And scheduling when I’ll produce another batch of brown slime.
Soon, I’ll install a bar and tray table.
And take my meals here during times when unstable.
But who could enjoy food with that added aroma.
I’d just as soon starve and skip right to the coma.
It’s no wonder why hospitals have such a smell.
I mean the furniture is all lined as a precaution to bad spells.
But still the medical community has it at least half right.
With a TV on the wall and a curtain that won’t close tight.
I’m just sitting here waiting out those visitors’ hours.
So I can expel with sheer force everything I’ve devoured.
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