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Breakout

I've ripped out the cathater
Got rid of the tubes
Heart monitors gone
I'm sick of the food
Don't really know if I can take it
I'm going insane
It's time for a breakout

I'm sick of being poked at
Prodded and peered
They take my blood every hour
Got none left
I'm anemic
I don't need no stinking discharge paper
I'm outta here
Ciao, see ya later

My human's coming to bust me right out
He'll tell them what's what
You'll see, hear him shout
And when I walj out of this hospital prison
You'll notice a new kind of me has arisen
I'll be tougher and stronger
I'll take on the world
But I better be careful
Or back in bed I'll be curled



Written by spacemod69
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