My mobile phone beep beeped at half-past five.
The heavy rain forced me to drive, not walk,
To the drugs trial centre, where I arrived
At seven, and engaged nurses in talk.
They took my sample, then they wired me up.
I took tablets at nine, and first felt fine.
I took cognition tests, and screwed ’em up,
Then realised I was out of my mind.
The mesmerising music on my ’phones
Lulled me to dreamland, often invaded
By tests and prods, by burns and injections.
But it was a day pleasantly jaded.
I’ve read magazines and written this verse.
Whatever else I do, it can’t be worse!
Mon 11 Dec 2006
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