Lay on the bed
Body like lead
It’s already half past the noon
Swallowing guilt
For this brick wall you’ve built
That blots out the sun and the moon
The Doc gave you pills
For the cure of these ills
But you still feel like going to Confession
And you cannot revive
Or feel half alive
For your friend is the devil Depression
All at once you can hear
A soft purr in your ear.
The pussycat wanting to play
It assumes the position
And now it’s your mission
And the first time you’ve laughed the whole day.
I can see a preponderence of that same emotion you talked about in your latest post here, but I’m glad to see that this one turned out merrier than that one, in the end.
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This made me smile. Thankyou 👍
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