Here again in this sterile abode
By choice maybe, happy? No.
"Take care" we say as we wave goodbye
Care of what? Do we ask ourselves why
Our body, mind, family are all there
No need to choose, but which "take care"?
Walk in early, register your name
You're welcome to sit, wait out the pain
Into the machine you'll go in an hour
Until then, sit quiet and smile
Hundreds of dollars to look deep inside
Then the doctor will ask: "why did you cry"
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