I was officially a missing person
For a short spate of time.
Did my parents get sick
With worry that I may be dead?
Nope. They went to work
And they actually forgot.
My mother brought it
Up, when I was in her work.
Obviouy someone had notified
Her there and the memory
Came flooding back. Oh yeah
The police had you down
As a missing person, they
Were looking for you.
Nonchalant as you come.
I wish I could say it was
Hospital that made them
So indifferent to me and my welfare.
But they would have sold
Me to the army if they
Offered families cheques
To take unwanted kids
Off their hands.
I was an addict before,
I almost became an addict.
They marched me to the
Job centre the week
I was discharged from rehab.
My mother acted like
She wanted me to
Have something seriously wrong.
And told some of her
Cliquey boozer I would
Never ever get better
Before I was even home.
I was just a screwball
That nobody cared less about.
The hospital = screwballs.