Tagged and Bagged
It all started in Radiology.
They said they had to drain me
of some fluids collecting inside
which they had been killing for awhile
with those dripping fluid sacky things.
… So they stuck a needle in me,
a needle with a large hole inside.
I knew then why people yelled when stabbed.
Overall I was not impressed with lidocaine
or the damn surgeon cowboy telling me to buck up.
I was feeling sick and the damn pan was way too late.
Ugly green bile launched from me;
my revenge to that cowboy Doc’s needle.
They cleaned me up and rolled me out.
Lassoed with a tube attached to a sack.
So much for revenge, I was tagged and bagged.
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