I am not your patient
So do not call me by number
I am not your patient
So do not coerce me to slumber
Do not force feed me pills
Of rusted steel and guessing games
Do not force me into guilt
Of my copper pins and my crooked brain
You\'ve discharged every patient
And have christened their doors
So untie me from the moping widow
And clean the shackles off these floors
Do not etherize my cognizant eyes
And do not look at my vital signs
Report this as a medical crime
Your patient I am no more
I am not your patient
So do not enter this room
Incinerate all records and perhaps
I\'ll come out of this womb