watch your mouth. your speech is slurred enough that you might swallow your tongue.
i’m sure you’d want to give up the ghost with just a little more poise than that.
or was it god who chokes in these situations?
running late? no, no, he called in.
problem: the hospice is a relaxing getaway,
where you are a cut above every sick sad patient.
where you’re on first name basis with all the top physicians.
solution: prescribed pills to offset the shakes..
to offset the pills you should take…um..
take it a day at a time (fix a vice with a vice.)
thats when you stutter something profound to the support on the line.
and with the way you’ve been talking gets you a step closer to hell.
a pessimist? no i just can’t help it.
to say what everyone else is thinking..(let me state the obvious again).
i am alone in this bed, house and head.
she never fixes this but at least she makes me forget.
