A cackle of coughs produce sickening echo.
I stand in a line for my morning's scapegoat.
But my relevant thoughts are still absent on trial-
so i think I might just sit here awhile.

I am told to get out is rare in itself,
let alone cleared as a new harmless self.
But my relevant thoughts are still absent on trial-
so I think I might just sit here awhile.

Oh my children, my children, so wonderful and great.
It sure was nice of them to send me away,
but now I believe they expect me home soon.
They need washing up before dinner at noon.

I try to open my hotel room door
but the nurse says "Sit down! You can't leave this floor!"
"But Nurse!" I scream, "My kids need me soon!
They need washing up before dinner at noon!"

The nurse sighs, "Oh Patrick, you murdered your sons.
You're delirious, befuddled, in a hospital for nuts."
So I sit down...I need to...at least for awhile.
I must recollect my memory's past trials

I remember their screams and the blood on my hands,
the knife on the ground and their souls newly cleansed.
I remember so vividly now the truth to my trials
so i think it best to just sit here awhile.

But it won't be long now before dinner at noon.
And I know that my children will expect me home soon.