Wound or person
You come in each morning to check on my wound
you take off the dressing with eyes full of gloom
your face you have covered to cut down the smell
It's not really working and it is not hard to tell
You look like you'll vomit all over my bed
and yell at the others 'You did not do as I said!
What's the point of me coming if you ignore my advice
I wrote it all down and I've told you all twice.
It's oozing and smelly and the leg could be lost
if the gangrene takes hold just think of the cost.
The family's demanding and will make a great fuss
if they see it like this with so much more pus!'
She never stops screaming the silly old bat
I don't come to work to put up with that
Now a two -person transfer and constantly wet
and way too mcuh trouble for the pay that we get!
We have showers, medications and all of the feeds
then there's the GPs and families with all of their needs
You waltz in and treat us like shit on your shoe
while dressings is all that you have to do.
You all wear the gloves and the gowns and your mask
You seem to forget I am more than a task
I feel like a bag full of filthy old trash
and you just want to finish so out you can dash
Out of my presence, away from the smell
Oh you didn't say that but it's easy to tell
I keep hoping the screaming just might make you think
I am screaming in pain - but you don't make the link
You don't see that screaming and the wound will just worsen
from your failure to see they connect to a person.