I thought that I was right out of luck
till I took a short ride in the little red truck
the nurses were pretty on the 7 to 11
I thought I had died and gone straight to heaven
but then they brought in the breakfast food
and with it descended a sad broken mood
it was something like an omelet made of something like eggs
and a cold cup of coffee that was nothing but dregs
I speedily concluded this just might be hell
my salvational trip wasn't going very well
I was sure that must be it but I didn't smell smoke
so then it crossed my mind it was another bad joke
two nights was all I needed for the asthma attack
butI pray to God in heaven I don't have to go back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem