When I crack my lid, and the nurse is over me
with her scalp, I can tell by the glint in her eye
she loves me.....I see the scalpel....
..it's better than nothing, released, ..
never fought, Emily is...Plus it's well...
it just shudders me..
The bed pan is always late like breakfast...my arm..hurts...Nurse, nurse...
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-what-if-you-can-make-me-stutter-over-you/
