Oops you're dead

Once again my NY Resolution is to better organize the writings, and I run across stuff that seems to have remained just as good as it was back in 1992.

Cruising Heaven

A mysterious event

Happened just today,

The man said, "I don't feel so good"

Then his heart beat went away.

I told him not to do that

But he didn't seem to care,

His heart rate slowed dramatically

Until it wasn't there.

With bells and buzzers ringing

We wailed upon that man,

His color went from purple

To a lovely desert tan.

He received a hit of Atropine

Some Calcium and Epi,

He replied with tachy rhythms

But his pump just wasn't peppy.

With the force of seven doctors

And the strength of twenty nurses,

Collectively their aura

Dispelled the evil curses,

That bound him to his destiny

In a room without a view,

Now he's cruising heaven's highways

With an angel friend or two.

1992