Home Sweet Home


No more Nurses, no more Docs.

No more eating by clock.

No more Clergy passing by

Waiting for me to die.

No more food, so damn plain.

I threw most down the drain.

No more roommate

With their t.v. roaring.

And their gassing and their snoring.

They said go home, I guess it’s time.

Perhaps I needed one more day

And any fear would go away.

But if I stayed then who would pay,

AETNA said you’re on your way.

I’m not mad, I know it’s best,

To be at home, with love and rest.

And if they wrong,

And I get real sick,

I’ll get my lawyer – real, real, quick.



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