I'll Be (In the Nursing Home)

The veins in your thighs
So varicose-colorful
Blotchy and deep blue and red
Pillows piled in mountains
Under your sides
Cleverly cradling your head

Dwell we in nursing home together
Messin' up
With the crappings of blood
You'll be constipated
I'll bring laxatives
And set up the IV with fluid
That hangs full of drugs

I'll be your wheelchair roller
I'll be the bedpan at your side
I'll be fatter when I'm older
I'll be the grayest man in your life

Pain pills for breakfast, jello and juice,
Stare at TV from your bed
Call it survival
Call it living through
Anguish and life before death

Dwell we in nursing home together
Messin' up
With the crappings of blood
You'll be constipated
I'll bring laxatives
And set up the IV with fluid
That hangs full of drugs

I'll be your dentures holder
I'll be your Gray Panther pride
I'll be older when you're older
I'll be the frailest man in your life

You've been hooked up, plugged in,
Carved up till you were half dead

Probed at, pumped out,
Besides intravenously fed

I'll be your adult diaper
I'll be tissue triple-plied
I'll be your *sshole wiper
I'll be the painless bran in your life

I'll be your respirator
I won't be assisted suicide
I'll be your defibrillator
I'll be the oldest man in your life
The grayest man in your life