On A Trip to the Clinic

Obese and pregnant,
hobbled and old,
parents and child,
meek and bold.

To the clinic they come,
hurting most are.
Scrapes and scuffs and cuts,
All the future scars.

Sinks and soaps,
gloves on hands.
Gowns and socks,
and an old bed pan.

Crinkle the paper,
hop on up.
Look over here,
pee in the cup.

Cough right here,
turn this way,
Wiggle your toes,
how much do you weigh?

Sinks and soaps,
gloves on hands.
Gowns and socks,
and an old bed pan.

Feeling sorta sad?
Been kinda blue?
You can smile lots more
Or pills take a few.

Needles and pricks,
topical and optical,
sign this consent,
been anywhere tropical?

Sinks and soaps,
gloves on hands.
Gowns and socks,
and an old bed pan.

X-rays and eye charts,
and an MRI,
Could be anything probably,
but maybe just pink eye.

Here’s your script,
written all for you.
Hurry along now,
You’ll be as good as new.

Sinks and soaps,
gloves on hands.
Gowns and socks,
and an old bed pan.

Almost done at last,
ready to start your day.
Just stand in line some more,
with your co-pay.

It’s all over now,
you’ll be better soon.
Back to feeling good,
probably before noon.

Sinks and soaps,
gloves on hands.
Gowns and socks,
And an old bed pan.

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