Singing Mary

I am my one and very own
Plastic convalescent home
Shredded voice now calls a tone
Eyes melt as the words are shown

Three times near and weary full
Of a beauty's twisted pull
Singing Mary, song now dull
Cracked notation void and null

Why then ask again for sound?
And is the gas still in the ground?
Incognito floats around
Searching for the lost and found.

Repercussions tell their tail
Sending matches in the mail
Through a pass so weak and frail
Into wretched Sunday sales …