not now

the bed is almost in half

you almost sit up straight

bored to death at nine AM

which feels like being late

wires sticking out of every part

monitoring your fate




the staff walk by on missions

with you, they can't delay

so much work, so little time

and far too little pay

they even have a slick procedure

when you pass away




visitors talk in whispers

your illness brings much fear

you promise to follow all orders

instructions you'll adhere

you know you will have to die

lord, not now, and not here