intensive care

  

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