How can this be right ?
She puts on her blue gloves
And cracks her knuckles
I take a pill
Scrape, scrape, scrape
Say a mantra to myself
Listen to oldies playing there
Breath deeply
Scrape, scrape, scrape
Visualize the third eye
Feel the little Valium kick in
Turn your head this way
Turn it that way
Open mouth
Close mouth
Brush more often
and floss
I look out the window at the beautiful
View
Ojai mountains
And eucalyptus trees
Why me ?
Why am I stuck
To this particular body
And forced to feel its
Pain ?
Why isn't there a switch somewhere
I can turn
Off my connection to
It
One which is not the final
Switch
One which is not available
Only once
And possibly
Forever
Sometimes I envy those
Who
Never think
About it
Those who never ask
Such questions
And don't
Care
And then she's done
For awhile anyway
On the way home today
I will have a donut
That's what I'll do
That will prove
( nothing to anyone )
But it will taste so good
- I'll have two -
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