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Nursing Home Blues

by Ken McDole

Have you heard the news,

the devil is being paid his dues,

and now I’m singing the nursing home blues.

That’s why this 32 year old wheelchair warrior, could use a bottle of booze.

Nursing homes are for the lost and forgotten. Nursing homes aren’t totally rotten,

they’re just for the lost and forgotten. So much used humanity,

just so much human debris,

soon to be you, and already me.

Nursing homes aren’t where you go to live the golden years, they’re just places you go to die.

It’s enough to make this warrior cry. Get up in the morning, go to bed at night, not much in between.

Except three trashy meals,

and what’s on the 19" screen.

They want us to play childish games,

hell, most of us don’t even know our names. I heard a visitor say to her sister,

"Don’t you have anything to smile about?" l would have said,

"Yeah, you gettin the hell out!" Have you heard the news,

the devil is finally being paid his dues,

and now I’m singing the nursing home blues.

That’s why this 32 year old Wheelchair Warrior, could use a bottle of booze.

Ken McDole

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