20140128: Oh Come And Get Me Out Of Here

Oh come and get me out of here.

I've had enough, I say.  

I think I'm going mad, I fear,

I don't much like the way

That life has shrunken in

To nurses waiting hand and foot,

And the doctors visiting 

Making concerned looks.  

I know I'm sick but all I want 

Is my own bed at night.  

Let me go and I'll be good

And try with all my might

To breathe when I am still

To try and take all my pills

And not to sit in the cold

In case I get a chill.  

Oh come and get me out of here,

I've been here far too long.

I naturally put out my arm 

When a nurse comes near.  

I've begun to like the food;

It's started to look nice.  

The cooking here is rather good

But I don't like their rice.  

I'm sick enough I'd rather be

At home in bed with you;

I'm bored to tears with TV,

I'm sleeping enough for two.

I don't get many visitors:

My family are too busy

It may be that they only want

To put me out of my misery. 

Oh come and get me out of here，

I've had enough, I scream.  

Never mind the way I seem;

I can't bear it any more.  

Just come and take me home.  

As much as I love this place

And they love me, I'm sure,

I'm sick from being here. 

Jimali McKinnon

28 January  2014