i work in a s**t stained hospital that wins awards for patient care.A Poem by Boyd Johnsonhe slapped me across the face, when i tried to help him to the shitter.
pretty strong, for 92.
his chair, his excuse for a chair, was covered in piss, and it had been like that since the start of my shift.
piss. piss and s**t.
the nurses are sipping coffee. eating complimentary food from the chain restaurant downt he street, while he eats, pureed roast beast.
they sip. they eat. ignoring call bells. ignorning returning test results. complaining, about how rough the shifts been.
"That man just won't stop screaming. Jesus i wish, he'd just kick it already."
heaven knows, i dont want to take away, their precious, union breaks. i just want them, to show a little, f*****g compassion.
if i can afford it at 12.50 an hour, they certainly can for 40. © 2008 Boyd JohnsonFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on October 23, 2008 AuthorBoyd Johnsonthe great and oft forgotten north of nyc. poughkeepsie., NYAbouta freak. an outlaw. a hot piece. -j.m. a hometown boy who loves the hudson, his drink, and his hat. hiding under the train tracks, with a bottle of irish moonshine, toasting to it slipping thro.. more..Writing
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