The hospital is short staffed and full was his cry,
I don’t want my staff to get sick and die;
I can’t breathe, my lips are blue, said I,
You should have stayed home, was his blind eye.
Three emergency room visits did I make,
Two visits went well, the last doctor a snake;
What do you want, his voice a quake;
I want to breathe, I cried out for my sake.
© Mary L. Schmidt December 2020