Morning Ward 5

My kidneys woke me up, I squirm in pleasure at the pain they bring me.

I relent, stand above the toilet and push the piss out of my stomach.

The nurse stops me as I pass, there is still urine trapped in the folds of my foreskin.

She gives me my medication, it has no taste but it gives me virility without arousal.

My congregation greets me in the car park, we smokers are nomadic and unwelcome.

One of my flock is wheeled out, she disgusts me with the dribble covering her chin.

I re-light her cigarette, and she tells me nothing good in a stammer.

By now small drips of piss have left my foreskin, they dribble down my leg.

Under my trousers, I am still more virtuous and virile than the nurses can abide.

They resent my power, they are the inventors of evil and inversion of good!