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.