The Raid

A bone-shattering silence dominates the hall
The chosen cringe in the darkness, they heard the call
What could the wretches do, but sit there and moan –
It’s suppository time in the old folks’ home.

With the nurses rubber gloves come out to play
And with their magic missiles hope to make a shitty day
A wickedly cold shiver will penetrate the bone –
It’s suppository time in the old folks’ home.

5 Replies to “The Raid”

  1. Everyone knows the weapon of choice in Alabama is a Clorox enema. If you want your art to be jarring, aim for realism (Geez)

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