Medical Acceptance Gate by Fall
Medical Acceptance Gate
I worked for future salary the nightshift
in Spalding Street. The respect is worth it.
1.AM at the front gate it had just been
sunday night stood this man, tall and twisted back.
He spoke loud and said Come out of there that
grill on the wall contains a crowd and
that twisted shape you call the laundry
post reminds me of my origin.
Your criss-crossed fences are avenues.
Paid for by the NHS, you need it more than
the patients for mortgage fees and medical pranks.
but you wont fix my quartz chip
or repair my broken kind
kindness borne of mousey brain
twisted with kin of bitter world
Vicious dreams of EC1
and lapland girls and green purse
with tall and chaste inducements (*? pronounced inductments?*)
the porter went to move the man
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