Curing

The hospitals create miracles these days
Or at least
That’s what they call it
I see, I see
What they have created
With all of their knowhow
The wigs covering bald heads
False teeth perfectly made for the sick’s now drawn mouth
Perfectly straight
Perfectly able to clinch a new cigarette
Or maybe they’ll smoke it through their new trach
Anything to calm their nerves
From the thousands of dollars in bills coming in each week
To keep them alive
But is this alive or a walking nightmare for the patient...