Lab Rat

Today I lie on a big white bed.

Staring long at three peculiar heads.

How am I still alive and not dead?

Look at my body! I haven’t even bled!

They examine me, many words unsaid.

All they do is nod their stupid big heads.

How strange the way these aliens tread.

Can’t let me go despite all I’ve plead.

Hours long I lie on this ugly test bed.

How I wish they could just drop dead.

Stop probing me you evil eggheads.

Now it’s too late, for I’ve been misread.

So they stand over me with a cold spearhead.

And tomorrow I’ll probably be truly dead.