tonic
I waited up all night by
the telephone when you eventually
called I said I wasn’t home I’m sorry for that now coz
baby I need your
prayers I need your readies too there’s been a blues revival I’ve been chemically castrated
stitched into my
blankets and left out in the rain maybe something I desired crossed
that invisible line I offered my
contrition they stoned me just
the same and left me still yet still conflicted bruised and torn subject to the tender mercies of the compassionately numb save me from do gooders who would save me from myself I just need a tonic to improve my mental health
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