Sitting Back Here Has Got Me Thinking

Sitting back here has got me thinking 

It’s notorious, 
To ipswich hospital,
The Return of J.B.
Back from Norwich,
And that hellhole,
After my O dot P,
Although I’m glad of their handy work,
The D.Rs,
And what they done for me.
It was just the aftercare,
That I was shocked by,
And how rude the nurses could be.
There was no care for me from there side,
That was plain to see.
So returned to ipswich hospital,
 Strangely,
Especially for the grumbles of before,
I return to Suffolk,
Seemingly Proudly.

Watching the nurses here,
And the care that they  all give,
Has made me think,
That maybe,
Just maybe I should try harder with these nurses,
And better our link.
I hate to admit it when I’m wrong,
Im sorry,
Im just too damn head strong.
I thought I was in here for short haul,
Turns out it’s to be long.
Wakening up each morning,
To the same porter,
Whistling his song.
The jingle,
Jangle of keys in the nurses pockets.
The beeping on their iPhone,
Where you’ll find all our info, 
 stored On to it.
I’ve given them a hard time,
I hope they’ll forgive and forget.
As tomorrow is another day,
And would rather things ran more smoothly.

Sitting back here,
Has got me thinking,
And the man I was before,
Wasn’t me,
But the drugs In.
This times different,
As I can finally control em',
Finally stopping myself,
From drug abusive,
annihilation.
It’s not fair on those hard at work,
From the nurses desk or station.
I promise I’ll nor be a pain.
I promise to be a good patient!