You've been in the hospital, all poked and charted,
Vulnerable, rattled, packaged, and carted.
You've been struggling with physical symptoms,
Filled with drugs and electric transmissions.
You look like a robot, a walking computer-
Dancing with nurses, drips and monitors,
Kept awake with needles, buzzes and knocks,
Diagnosed with squeezes, tests, and clocks.
Please get well soon and look forward to fun.
You'll be free from this torment-- when they are done.