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Donor Cards.I was gonna donate me bits and bobs, So that's why I carry the card, But me bits and bobs are already gone, So its gonna be so hard! I believe in leaving everything… To help give someone hope! And no matter what that is it, It could help to help someone cope? But I'm afraid it can-not be, Cos me body's a total wreck! And if you don't believe me, You can always check! I can't give blood cos it's knackerd! And everything is diseased, In one way or another... And that don't make me pleased! I can't leave me body to science, But they can still check it out, And find out why it's such a mess, Cos it is, there aint no doubt! If they could find a specimen…! To use, to take apart! It may help them out, And give someone a better start? The specimen they want is here! And believe you me, it's a find! Students take their tests on me… And I let them, cos I'm kind! I can't leave me bits and bobs, But the tests they've already done... May do some good, I hope so? Cos this body aint no fun! Even if I left it to science, They'd only chuck it in the bin Cos It's wrecked, I had it checked, I'm afraid I just can't win! But still I carry the donor card, Cos you really never know! Someone just may benefit... So I carry it just for show! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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