how i fell out my wheelchair
and straight in your chair
how you pick me up like au pair
like an teddybear
how you picked out my out outfit
style me like an stylist
and paint me like me like an makeup artist
how it felt so intimacy
when your finger touch my upper lip
and somehow you slipped in my dream
somehow i develop like third poem
about him , but i think he is the best
remember how he ran with me through the corridor
how he mix my medicine like an local bartender
i recall how throw it up in your hands
how you hold back my hair , does this make us , friends ?
i recall how you wipe my ass - i was like, isnt this first class
yeah this goes out to all doctor , nurses that saved my life
that neurosurgeon that brought me back to , life
yeah you all are first class even when you wipe my ass
you kinda kick my ass and i know you guys are , word class
deserve a gold star for who you are that choose this line of work
in this climate we in , yeah really appreciate you
because thanks to you im living
and you are the true definition of know what giving
how you wash my hair in the operation room
i thought it wore so awkward laying on the segway
getting washed and shower , but at least they use my fave soap
of coconout but mostly i remember how you wipe my butt
though it wore so awkward until i recall yeah you are study for this
in the biology class , always hated that class but i liked how you wiped my ass
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