Riding a Flying Carpet 1880 Viktor Mihajlovic Vasnecov

Hospice

Oh, give me a hospice where the buffalo roam,

and the big sky is o’er me all day.

Where angels on mustangs ride beside me,

and take good care of me in every way.

Oh, give me a hospice on a Caribbean Isle,

where tropical breezes lift me up all day.

Where angels dressed in bright colors,

bring me margaritas and favors my way.

Oh, give me a hospice in a castle in Spain,

where the wine is sweet and never a rains.

Where angels dressed as sirens reign,

sing my evenings away with soft refrain.

Oh, give me a hospice in the heart of Africa,

where elephants, lions and impala play.

Where angels in khaki carrying me forth,

on a litter while on wild safari all day.

Oh, give me a hospice ‘neath Himalayan peaks,

where life is rapture and the eagle above shrieks,

where angels in saris swat my flies away,

while squatting in wadis as if to pray.

Or, I could just stay quietly at home,

nevermore, this world to roam… Nah,

I'm getting out of this place soon as I can,

never to return to this shithole again!

Copyright 2022 © Ronald W. Hull

6/16/22

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