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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