I can't sleep on my back.

 

Should you find me on the floor

don't call the pair of medics,

Go around, if you must -

It's all about aesthetics.

A carpet bump I'll seem to be,

an annoyance, nothing more

two feet from the table's edge

three feet from the door.

From here, I see your laces

and your tidy little knot,

I can't quite see your faces

but someone's smoking pot.

I see no one has vacuumed

this carpet is a mess,

Someone else is at the door

the coroner I'd guess.

They'll put me in a zip-lock bag

and take me for a ride.

quietly I'll lay to rest

I'm hoping - on my side.

Yes, I know it's paramedics. 😁