There is a special place in hell, sis

For the nurses that screw the next shift 
They throw away good IV lines
Forget to mark dates and times
Refuse to perform dressing changes
Give no platelets for hemostasis
And leave a psychosocial day shift problem
For a night shift nurse that feels like Gollum
Who has to call the security office  
To locate a patient’s lost wallet
She gets angry, people tell her to calm down
Even though bed exits are alarming all around 
No water no food no time to pee
No time to settle and deep breathe 
It’s not her fault she was born this way
Strong sense of justice here to stay
And just when the work finally slows
It’s one minute after midnight, so it goes
Her perfectionism pinches her by the cheek
Realizing POMO lost out on her 30 day streak
She goes to the supply room and cries without tears
And silently screams into a towel so no one hears