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Posted by Phil on August 6, 2004, at 10:37:28

This is Just Talk

I try to climb out of this well
Every day I look up expectantly
When you have no means of ascent
I mean, I try to think of something

If I can sleep another hour
I may find the power
To get up to pee
Or give me 30 minutes
I'll rise with a grimace
And hold a grudge eternally

I'm poor not broke
Broke people have hope
You can see us poor people
Looking but never buying
Living life quickly sliding
Down a razor into a pool
of pure unadultrated alcohol

I don't mind being broke
It's the no money thing that blows
I have to destabilize the cocktail
Worked out by an uncaring professional.
To treat a depression/anger/manic phase
Here it comes/there it went/I'm so constipated

Why does depression and the rest
of the slew of mental illnesses
Make ones' bank balance nose dive
To sub $600 in under 6 seconds
I pay a few bills, send my shrink
an empty envelope...ooooooooooo.....my God
Get liguid gold, used to be called gas
Get a few 'must have' scripts filled
Buy bread, 5th of the month
Back in the red

Tomorrow is just another day
Except, as those days connect
I look different than I used to
With the face painted with uncertainty
I climb out of bed, pop a cig in my mouth
Light it, and it's as natural as walking
Except I breathe worser each year. Yeah, worser!!
Put the coffee on, forget to put the pot
back in its place
I suddenly hear eggs frying
No damnit, the coffee is frying moonbutt.

Be kind to yourself first, God loves you
Yeah, I used to love football
Till the TV broke and if God loves me
When in His name is he going to demonstrate
That pure love..I'm in the bottom of the fifth
In a seven inning game. Wait longer God
and I won't need it anymore.

Oh s--t, I have to go to the drug store
Three scripts and 7 years ago
Ah, laxatives(colon blow) I need help with
the med effects. I got sick and the antibiotics
I was given are larger than a
vision of paradise
It's a world I once believed in, happy
I don't do much happy these days
You either huh? You got a smoke, babe?

Phil


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