Something sad should be happening
With all the wires
But he won't let the sad come visit.
The night nurse, an east coast hispanic
Told him he wouldn't have to wear those Julumbo pants.
It's just as well with him.
The jokes are funnier pants-less.
That sad something should be happening
The way it smells
But farts can make a sad smell silly
The day nurse, a tall man-faced woman
Told him at 6 am to wake up and wash his groin
Apparently the way to man's heart
Is through his crotch
That sad something should be serious
But sometimes stories lighten up the numbers
He can say anything, to anyone, anytime
As long as he's in the bed
There's nothing sad about urine, stool, and sperm
Especially when he tells the part about the underwear
Shouldn't it be sad now. Seriously shouldn't it.
With all that happens next.
But only nothing happens now.
Crammed onto unfamiliar furniture with family
Gracefully God hangs from the walls' crucifix
Death has no sting, Nothing is serious
The Joy of the Lord is my strength. (Fart noise)