THE COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN
This is definitely the country for old men;
All they do is eat and sleep, shit and piss all day long.
They breathe unaided when able
And display their puny achievements
On their shiny bedside tables;
They shout ‘nurse’ at every woman that passes by
Sometimes not even knowing why.
This is where dignity means not wearing a nappy
And where a having a peaceful night
Is the next best thing to being happy.
In the morning the relentless cleaning army
Marches the corridors and recovery rooms
Paying lip service to King Bug
And his equally efficient army of bodyterrorists and goons.
See them leering and lurking in the corners and caverns
Encouraging those mobile to pop their pills in the dingy taverns.
At ten the medics sweep in, the hierarchy I mean
Being attended to like royalty by bees around their queen.
Their orders are issued and the drones get busy
Drip-feeding the helpless and making them dizzy.
Yes, this is the country for helpless old men;
Thank God I’m escaping today
And never returning again.