Bitter syringes bite my ass
I am the insane little lass that sings to no one’s delight
Creatures cling to my lapels
Yes lapels
Lap dance first class train ride to hell
Snake shine shoes for the rain that fell down among my eyelashes
Flat tire shoe borne illness for none listless souls mongering for another chance
But we are all grave robbers standing up for no one’s cause
This is our flaw
One antique necklace to strangle me
One diamond ring without the promise of forever
I am unwed and widowed by the fortunes of feathers
Scrape the dish into the sink
I am beginning to think that medication is the right thing
Cures curating for my sanity
One famous painting to bring the public’s eye
Who would like to own bliss
Hang it on their wall
I cannot say I am impressed
The stroke meant nothing at all
Until I could not move my left arm
Then all fell away
And I heard your music play.
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