there something poetic with the retirement
how the elder are sent to be pampered . doted
you paint me like a kinder egg , apply me lips
like a damn makeup artist and wrap me in Pampers
but did it like a stylist - yeah this wore bloody perfect !
how i fell out my wheelchair , how you got that intensive care
yeah i fear i am enjoy it here - at the retirement
you look like an dream , much better then my poem
and your voice are so seducing , perfect sekvens
knew that would be friends
after you help me out with medication
and how i throw up in your ¨hands
but i guess we are know
because
nobody really had my back like that
then that guy at i met
at retirement
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