Injections

 
        by E.Burden
As the nurse prepares her weapon 
   I sit and wait for the venom 
 And with the smell of plastic gloves 
I prepare to see a thousand doves 
And feel the piercing skin stings
   I rest until my stomach sings
 With lightheaded dizziness 
  And feeling very powerless
With very painful limbs all day 
   I wait until it goes away