by Sue Hess
Monday, September 22, 2003
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Donít worry about me, he smiled wryly
All my pains are self inflicted
I donít have to go on this way, he said
I could stop it, join the rest of the world
Go back to college, better myself
For my future, I guess you could say
I could and damned if I know why
Why I donít, I mean
The whiskey and the coke donít work
Not like they used to anyway
The smoke mellows but hell, he laughed
So does age, I hear tell, and itís a lot cheaper
I donít know, babe, a funk of some kind
Not contagious I hope but beware
Just in case, donít want to spread this around
Donítí think thereís a shot at the clinic
For this kind of sick, soul sick, deep sick
Hey, donít let it worry you, I donít stay down
Not for long, anyway, I know all my ills
Theyíre just self inflicted, Iím just too stubborn to stop
Too damned stubborn to stop
He sighed and lit up another bowl and I walked away
Some things even the best of friends canít share
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|Reviewed by Trixie Love
|Another great write..
|Reviewed by Josephine Bohen
|For this kind of sick, soul sick, deep sick
wow, only from the pen of ms hess
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Sometimes, stubborness is not a good thing. Good write, Sue!
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)