Celtic music was playing in the halls
The time machine was working
Stuff rarely happened on Sundays
So staff was minimal
Just Miriam a stacked nurse
and me the blissful intern at Intake
I should have been suspicious
as soon as he said his name
Gram without the ha! Iago
A loaded throwback
When I turned to get his file
he must have slipped a tab into my Earl Grey
Next shift reported Monday morning
to find me sprawled on the tiles
wearing nothing but a stark Miriam
and all the psychos sprung
My DNA was on everything
Even the upside down toilet seat was an eyewitness
Monday, March 9, 2009
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