I can’t sing tonight

I can only try to smirk

Try not to smile

 

I can only put my head down

Wrapped around in the fetal position

 

Jam Jam Jam

The doctors jam the needle in my spine

Drain Drain Drain

The doctors drain my spinal fluid

 

I can’t sing tonight

I’m not allowed

It’s not proper

It’s not right

It’s not connecting the dots

 

Father knows

Neuro Twelve Times Two In Two Thousand And Two

Not any more

Not here today

Gone today

More tomorrow

 

I can’t sing

No more singing

I can’t sing tonight

Just have to count those tiles

Up and down, up and down

Watch the Benz and Bulette go by

Go by

Go by...

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

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