The nurse said he had thrown up the asbestos,
at least most of it, thanks to the quick thinking
of your aunt who knew to force-feed hydrogen peroxide.
I threw old confetti to thank chemistry.
I stole some EpiPens for later,
and an orderly saw me and laughed, said nothing.
The king of the hospital was on the way,
so I had to leave immediately with the pay dirt.
My buddy who squatted in a dorm for two years
before it was demolished,
let him know I won’t suffocate anymore,
but that hospital food’ll kill ya, right?