A needle in my arm
A machine dripping, then sounding it's alarm
A nurse sets up the next bag
One down, two to go, I am OK reading my mag
I sit in a comfy recliner chair
I'm next to the window, I daydream and stare
I'm strapped in, wired with pipes
Here with patients, cancer of all types
Half way scan next week
Some good news, I do seek
I would like please, to be well
Without my wig, most people couldn't…
