call me again when your
youth is spent and there's no
recourse but death
when the treatment is
silent from the throne of
science on a tongue of shibboleth
when an ounce of mercy
weighs a pound of flesh
on a scale that no longer moves
then call me again
at a moment's notice
to note the ones we haven't
You fumbled your cigarette,
Fear to drop a ball.
The smell purged from dreamland,
Though the smoke stood tall.
The weight of control too heavy
With which your family crawled.
Your place or mine? you asked,
Men's Group it is, I'm afraid--
you can't use me today.
