Poisoned

This is a little like one of Clive Barkers horror stories, only it rhymes.
Also, I'm the Break-nurse, I'm just reporting what happened to Suzi and Billy-Bob.

Poisoned

She's crazy and screaming

And she's out of breath,

She beat up her heart

With Nicotine and Meth,

She's not confused

It's just her drugs talking,

Wild cursing and growling

Her toxic squawking.

Begging and bargaining

For food and water,

She failed the Swallow test

And now she's threatening slaughter,

She yelled, "I'm going home now"

Ya, I wish that I could let her,

But I know that won't happen

And this night will get no better.

She coughs up yucky mucus

And spits it at her Nurse,

Oh, how did she know

That I keep some in my purse?

Sweet memento's like that

Are the kinds of things I savor,

So, I blew her a kiss

And asked, what is the flavor?

We are her babysitters

At seventy dollars an hour,

And that flavor in question?

Is putrid and sour.

Like the Queen of the Damned

And Satan's child,

Open heart surgery

Made her wild;

Though, truth be told

She was like this before,

From the very first day

She came into the store.

She calls the men names

That rhyme with trucker,

I am her Nurse

And I feel like a sucker,

What she calls the women

Rhymes with itch,

If I had my way

I would drop her in a ditch.

Like that child possessed

In The Exorcist,

That's my patient tonight

We have to coexist,

She's screaming and wild

And out of control,

I'm fairly convinced

She tried to poison my soul.

And someday........

She might possibly go home

In one or two weeks,

Get back with her people

The meth-heads and freaks.