Its the 21st Century
In a sparkling local Hospital room
so, why would a starched professional elderly nurse
suddenly become Gonzo, or is it Animal
anyway you know, that mad drummer from the Muppets
yet there she is, twisting and turning
clashing silver lids of those pristine medical trays and bowls
creating a cacophony of dins and jarring metallic sounds
like her life depends on it

Yeah, I'll tell you why
but the story started yesterday
yours truly is on an evening walk
when I tripped on the pavement, and stagger, stagger, splat
arms flailing, remedial action impossible, man slammed on pavement
the knees took the blunt of the impact
I am crocked
limped home, knees swollen, two pain-killers, what the hell

Now it gets interesting
some may remember I am the targeted man
the smart *** who stood up to local criminals
bravely calling them out and refusing to pay protection extortion
the criminals had declared in return, we will hound you to death
character assassination, public humiliation, harassment and more
I had laughed in their odious faces, yeah! I was a mug
I was later to learn what being connected means

OK so you're now thinking
what has this got to do with our Gonzo or Animal Nurse
well. good thinking, I'll tell you what
because next day after the splat on pavement and knees mishap
I am in accident and emergency swollen knees and all
finally after a lot of knowing looks and procedural whatsnot'
I was escorted to this treatment room
and our prospective drummer soon arrived to attend to me

She asked me to take a seat
and then almost immediately started banging
the pots and pans
I watched transfixed as this modern professional person
morphed into an unruly child playing drums with mum's pans
she was at it with full gusto, slamming various medical pans
against eachother, all with an evil smirk on her face
I watched speechlessly, unable to comprehend the scene
when was the last time you saw a nurse on hippy crack

Eventually she stopped
I expected the whole annexe to come flooding in
but nobody appeared,
like I was Chapman of beloved Lennon, she stuck on plasters
flashed ***** looks at me, could barely bring herself to speak to me
finally she handed me two tablets and literally heaved me outdoors
now in the corridor another Nurse walked by
Mister she said, try not to drink till you fall over again, she said
hope your hang-over hasn't worsen, she added
and there laid the explanation for the percussion interlude

She was gone before I could reply
I don't drink, I actually don't like the taste of almost all *****
my fall was a total accident
but as I walked away it all come home to me
but wouldn't I have been reeking of *****, eyes glazed
or dulled eyes and looking worse for wear
yet there I was, bright eyed, well kempt, functioning ably
but the net-work of misinformation and disinformation
has been at work again

it was showering slightly as I limped to the bus-stop
I had experienced so much drawbacks and throwbacks from
character assassinations to even begin to mention
it has stopped amazing me that people will believe
whatever they choose to want to believe,
even without the slightest proof or evidence
and act accordingly
we are gullible, we are denser.....