On a table for the sick where machines tell you your sick and seas of blue people try to smile.
How did I get here where the food is no bargain and the trash can be lethal.
What did I do to myself to deserve this- no, I don't deserve this- but I sure earned it.
My own body rebelled. Get off the table and come alive. People love you and you don't care!
Now, you'll need a care bag. The future is rough...