Hospital

In the first floor
You open a new door
Cancer
Skinny people want answer

White walls
White “capes” of the doctors
White answers they provide
White is the paper they cannot decide
White there´s nothing written no answer given

Hospital it fights
The cancer criminal
But there is an uncertainty
And that is mentally taxing not so subliminal

Hospital is the second home of some
Yet it is a necessary crumb
I feel like punching that idiot
But that won’t solve this period.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

I don’t run away

As many people who read me have figured out, well, I’m just weird.
My mother is not in great health.
And there is when I come in, I’m usually a fuck up when things go well,
I get into fights, drink, I do have anger issues.
But, I found this while my time in the army that when the shit hits the fan
I’m calm and focus( I stay Frosty),and if I have to walk to the North Pole and back that is
what I will do. No drinking no nothing, just thinking of the welfare of those
who need my help. Specially being my mother. So went to the hospital with her,
back to her house to be with her beloved dog and feed the dog, back to my rent
shitty room to pay rent and do some errands my mother needed to do in the town,
and clean the house wich is a pretty big one by the way is not like cleaning my
shitty room I rent. And when talking to her always calm, my father gets more annoyed
so she prefers in this cases only, that I be around plus even as a fuck up I end up
making her laugh, and laughter is one cure, plus since she can’t walk too much obviously
take care of whatever she wants while she is lying down.
Now I’m back at my mother’s house. I thought the doctors where going to tell her
to stay in the hospital bed, just got the call that she is coming home so that is
good news.
That is a strange dichotomy of me, I’m usually a fuck up and when things get hard
I stay Frosty.

So Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.