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Five Dollars Ninety (eat me )

Waiting room blues
clenching jaw, tad anxious
Tom sung it true
going over in my head
just how much to reveal
Ground control to 'major' Tom
this running late
not helping


Now where was I
ah yes
how much do I share
Surely not the fact
that I am living
parallel lives
that infinite well of soul's


Stuck on repeat ground hog
watch me as I float away
not much keeping me grounded
in this here 'world'

Did I mention I fucking hate waiting?
was all a moot point
all that musing

A referral to a 'psydoc'
and a 'temazepam' script
I don't know if that is a win
but the monkey sure got HARD

Have you used this before, it is addictive
only take one as needed
Even came with instructions
how considerate

I love how easily society hands out 'smarties'
candy is dandy and all

'Doc' you talking to a pro
I can't promise the bottle
will be full
come morning, I think I will start with
three, it is after all a magic number
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