Misery came to my deathbed today
changing the sheets by routine
with emphatic blue eyes
she said
"get on by"
and stroke my hair gently
while emptying the bin

Through my plastic esophagus
I gargled a moan
to remind her the ***** is full
But I wanted to shout at her
"leave me alone!"
as her sight only made me recall

who I was years before
what is left of me now
and what future above my head hover
Full of putrid decay
loss of bladder control
with an Iron lung as a lover

I gritted my teeth and I broke
my best smile
which came out as an overtaxed grin
If I make her rejoice
then miss Misery might
unplug that infernal machine