Like Gold
How could you imagine
there wouldn't be a price?
Happiness beyond compare,
unutterable joy like this
was bound to cost you something.
Who are you to think you should
receive such things as gifts?
So now you pay, and find yourself
bankrupt for the moment;
somewhat embarrassed
in the energy department.
Energy's like gold you know
to people with M E,
it's money in the bank to us,
and you have been impetuous
and overspent yourself.
Sleep again, you sleepy head,
it's back to bed for you,
back to sleeping your life away
back to watching the world go by
till your day comes again.
© 2003
Old Folk's Home
(to be taken with a large pinch of salt)
I laugh at my condition, it's the only thing to do;
there's no point getting morbid. I've spent enough time blue.
But sometimes - only sometimes - it gets a little scary;
I wonder what the future holds, what traps for the unwary.
Will it get so bad that I can't manage all alone
and end up vegetating in some dreadful old folk's home?
I guess it has some perks though: all those lonely men!
Just think of the fun I'd have attracting lovers then.
Can you just imagine them fighting lovers duels
(on canes d'you think or zimmer frames?) and showering me with jewels?
Of course it could be single sex. Oh God! please spare me that!
I wouldn't last a week surrounded by the endless chat.
I'd have to have some visitors and sneak them in to this:
the only red light old folks home. Just knock and ask for Chris.
© 2003