Patient #004

Alone, Me? Oh So You Thought?
You Ain't The Only One, I Have Rot.
You Might Have Been Our Doctor,
But Him You Could Never Fix,
Don't Try To Bring Him Into Our Politics.

I Recall His Face, His Rotten Mug,
Standing There, Like A Corpse,
Bah, Humbug!
No More Cure, Nothing Works.

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Don't Try To Play A Losing Hand,
Because Without White,
There Is No Black,
Leave It Alone, Child,
We're Not Getting Together,
The Band.

Open The Window That Leads To,
A Wider Horizon,
You Saw The Prairie, Too,
There Lies The Bison.

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Quit Laughing, Rot, I Do Not Hear,
That Shrieking Quack,
A Lunatic Dressed In Black.

Stand Down In Your Corner!
You Are But A Mourner.

Give him a break, T,
Everyone always listens,
the voiced echoes from our fights,
from T to Z,
and Happyness in between.

Don't Forget My Painted Picture,
The Ended Barrel, The Edged Blade,
You Opened The Door With Liquor,
But Don't Be Afraid,
​I Came To Your Aid.

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What is it you're saying, is it like a whisper?
Have you come to reap me,
don't forget the rules...



​Mister.

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