Felicitations From The Sickbed Now My Home

From the symptoms now my visitors,

the malady now my nurse.

The sickrooms that are her breasts,

the hospice that is her heart.

From the pills my straightjacket,

and the tourniquet now my jewels.

From the dressing gown now my couture,

from my brain now scrambled eggs.

This sickbed now my home. No lamen-

tations, no solemn odes. No swan song,

so tears of woe. Just cheers all ‘round

drowning out these constant throes.

#poetry

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