Emergency Room Blues

Been here before.
Less blood and mass.
Tired and tepid.
Midnight trepidation.

Thank Hashem for nurses.
But these places.
Are for the banal birds.
And by birds, I mean death.
There is a song here somewhere.

But I don't know what the hell.
How to sing it.
I've lost another four pounds.
But who cares.
Tongue depressors and little hammers.