Adam Shirley

I Am Not Your Patient

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

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