i'm sitting in a room on a table
like a cow meant to be cut to bits
i wonder if this has all become
some kind of routine to doctors

the used needle disposal receptacle
is grinning at me with that damned
biohazard symbol, i hate that thing
i feel blood pooling in my dangling legs

going over again in my mind all
those questions that seemed intrusive
two, three fags a day, stuttered around
the recreational drug use some "no"

portraits of african children are hanging
on the walls, and i wonder what
i look like, but what i want to know is
do they have any damn tissues in this joint