Climbing Out Of Oxygen Tent: Bound For Nearest Party Poem by Terence George Craddock

patient pasty pale lying in hospital bed dismal
feeling bleak cheerless gloomy desolate grim
staring at drab uninviting hospital walls dull;

transition pulse was sliding into dreary critical
apparently an absence of social media is a sin
threatening that long continuous social flat line;

then wham bam LOVE-O-GRAM on Instagram
eyes electric ecstatic when in an instant light up
immediately out the door to paint the town read...

in a glorious midnight howl off to town patient sped
no time to pick up bed and walk left bed time to run
in modern ceaseless age to forever seek seek fun fun...