here's the things i hide inside
in plain view for all to see
to write them out in plain words
would be a sore to me
and blasphemy
at every tick of every clock
an internal prowler rounds the block
and rings a bell which music swells
into my mind its time its time!
Heroin is no fun for me
and keep your pills of ecstasy
they had their time but lost their lime
to a more delightful pantomime
So wheel it in! My lovely sin
I will never go to jail
Though you may lead me to a hospital bed
I won't deny, without you ---
I'd be better off dead.
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