MS BLUES

 

Yes, Indeed I can see

Your stress

And the mess

That you say your hair's in.

And of course I understand

That you have nothing to wear

After all, why should you care

That your wardrobe's really

Bulging at the seams

Everything seems

Like too much sweat

Yet, you probably do feel

You have every right

To yell at me.

After all

I might just still be here

To hear your verbal abuse

Or the colourful language

That you choose

To plaster me with;

Or how you resent me

And your contempt for all mankind.

You may even find

The urge

To fling things in my direction

Like smashing plates

As if in a Greek taverna

Or, sterner still

Finding the need to take a pill

Or two. Or three

To make you sleep

And so to keep you from having to do

That other loving kind'a stuff.

Enough now!

Just lie for a while in my arms.

Let me hold you.

Let me enfold you and protect you.

Don't reject me now.

Yes. You can expect me to understand

No. I don’t deserve your praise.

Heck ! I appreciate how it is.

Every twenty eight days.