the king

oh look who is here!
its the king!!
"oh boy" i think scarcasticly

we must do things his way
lead him to a table
sit him down
adjust him just so

then its time for the girl
to come out with his daily medication
"wait a minute" he says as he rubs his pinky
ready for the lancet to prick is scar tissued skin
she sighs
"how many pills"
"three" she says
"same as everyday, nothing changes unless you say so, king" she thinks

she pricks his finger
he screams "holy hell! you pushed down!"
she says shes sorry and takes his blood
174 with 7 units
he only wants 6, he likes to decide how much insulin his body needs

he likes to control everything
during this simple everyday task
it is taking away from the others
he doesnt care, he is the only one
no one else should get more attention
he says he pays our salary
in part, is true, but so does everyone else who is here
in the elderly hotel california

i wish it were different,
he is sick, blind and you want to feel pity and love for his
you want to care, but he makes it too hard
no matter what, you are wrong, and he is right
he thinks we are below him
and that makes it worse
we dont want to do a thing for him
but we have to
its our job

so day after day
we get cursed at
and told that our wrists are too fat
and that his wift never told him "no"
and nither should we
he pays our salary