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Constantly Needing a Push


For smoking a cigarette
too much around my house,
my lungs collapsed
and now I need my parents
to carry me around town.

I don't need any help,
I can move on my own.
I don't need to apply for a job,
nobody's hiring.

Neither whippings
nor an electroshock weapon
can make me move.

If I fall, I won't get up.

The coughing is getting worse.

Blood spills
and I'm forced to lie still.

Maybe I could apply
to the hospital
as a living patient.

                            David Hernandez