Ambulance

by dace (bad sign) - Not entered

Come, everyone, to the ambulance show.
See the bloody red cross and the people you know.
See spectacles! Skeptical? I recommendable,
You clear he way for the meds rolling by,
With their sterile-sleeved arms rushing big, blood-shot eyes,
To a big circus tent where the patient can die,
From a pop or a shot or a cough or a blow.
The announcer announces and everyone knows,
That everything's over and everyone goes,
To look for the next ten-cent ambulance show.

Reason for writing:

    I was inspired by an ambulance show.
stupid!    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1998-10-05 21:56:45
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:35
Poem ID: 50738

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