He was in and out of hospital
3 years, in and out
His deep set eyes and cavernous wrinkles
He was a man who knew what pain is
The pain in his eyes said it all.
He said, he had tried to escape his sterile prison
He said, the pain was so bad
He wanted to throw himself under a bus
And the driver would have had no say in the matter
They’d given him two days to live
But doctors say the craziest things.
The coffee rings of fatigue on his cheeks
Had a lot to say about John.
They said – look at this man
Merely clinging on to life,
Clinging on to a life of pain.
You see, again and again
He would tell the very same story
To anybody who would listen
While smoking yellow finger smokes outside A&E.
Waiting to have his say taken away.