ANXIETY BLUES

anxiety,
my tough old girl,
will nothing chase you
from my world?

will counting breaths
or taking pills
finally knock you
off my hill?

will sessions with
a shrink tame you
even when
his payment's due?

i just can't take
you any more
i pace so much
the carpet's wore

i lay in bed
and watch the time
while you put worry
in my mind

i think sometimes
i'll tie the noose
an early out
for this old goose

but ain't no use
for i can see
that you, my sweet,
are part of me

you'll prob'ly
follow me to hell
to cuddle in my
fiery cell