I don an expensive suit, heading to work,
And purchase a latte to go,
Men rant about bitches, girls dream about jerks,
They want me to exorcise ghosts.
My job is to quiet and bury the dead,
Chase demons, devoid of remorse -
And I happen to know that it's all in the head
And is hardly a matter of choice.
They beg me: "Wisewoman, erase our pain,
Show us calmness that happiness brings".
And then I head home, feeling bitter again,
And a neighbour is coming for drinks.
He is quietly lighting up my cigarette,
Saying: "Babe, you've got talent - rejoice", -
But he happens to know that it's all in the head,
And is hardly a matter of choice.
A wisewoman
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I always wondered...
it's all in the head...
heading for a purgatory
:D
Беляева Дина 23.12.2009 19:32 • Заявить о нарушении
it's all in the head...
heading for a purgatory
:D
Беляева Дина 23.12.2009 19:32 • Заявить о нарушении
Yeah, spent some time in a purgatory myself:D
Кристина Девулите 23.12.2009 21:07 Заявить о нарушении
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