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
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