Crackers and suppositories
All laid up in my sad glory
Pathetic tale but not too gory
Operations I have braved sorely
All The hospital dates of my touring
Have taken their toll this last one scoring
The winning belt for mental whoring
Wasting away my mind feels boring
Woke by the sound of my own snoring
Cant feel a thing but pain and mourning
Outside the rain constantly pouring
Used to waste two hours of daily chores
Watching my soap opera stories
Now how I dread to hear their foreboding
Another day still alive and moaning
They say this is just temporary suffering
But I almost died thanks to their buffering
But No one wants to hear my story
Crackers and suppositories
How I await My daughters dues
Re payment for years of abuse
Her Lunchtime visits are just an excuse
To get away from work and check on my flu
"but mom you know I must see you
I worry so, please try some soup "
Thank god she loves me what would I do
"Dont mention it mom just try to chew "
I mention suicide, just give in, I lose
she threatens to give away my favorite goose
not to mention my cats, the horses let loose
she says anything to make me fight this through
But I cant eat so what the use
check my vital signs make sure the I-v has juice
"okay now mom it s back to work I must go
see you tonight we'll watch your favorite show
try to get some rest by tomorrow morning
you might be better, walk around, start exploring "
after she leaves I think that I'll start phoning
some long lost friends and tell my moaning
All laid up in my sad glory
Pathetic tale but not too gory
No one wants to hear my story
Crackers and suppositories
Copyright 1997 (Elizabeth Anne / ShirleyMarchand)
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