GOMER, for Get Out of My Emergency Room
They’re a human who has lost
Lost what It means to be a human being
Some of them want us to kill them
Some of them don’t, I just wish they’d make up their minds
How about holding a pen in her hand and scribbling her name with it?
I do that to get my gomers to sign for posts
Well stop that, that’s illegal!
Too Bad, Too Late
Ship them to the Gomer home
I never did meet a Gomer who could tell two black doctors apart
I mean, Gomers is all that is here
And I said, sweetheart, this is Gomer City
-Found poem by Jimmy Connor
Shem, Samuel. The House of God: A Novel. New York: R. Marek, 1978. Print.