| I met with the white coats again today
|
| They fed me another optimistic prognosis
|
| And pills that chip away at my strength
|
| Even as they keep me alive
|
| Count me among the enlightened ones
|
| Who know that they’ve been cursed
|
| I’ll have decades to fight a losing battle
|
| And to bleed from invisible wounds
|
| They tell me my body is beautiful
|
| But my innards turn sour as the years tick by
|
| It’s a glorious cage with luscious fetters
|
| That will bind me until I die
|
| And dogs stalk me in the street
|
| I can feel their eyes raking my back
|
| And dripping down my thighs
|
| Their teeth seek the targets
|
| That grow like moles on my skin
|
| Whose light shines through my clothes
|
| They can’t be hidden away
|
| They tell me my body is fertile
|
| And that each pore bursts with the gift of life
|
| But it’s a glorious cage with luscious fetters
|
| That will bind me until I die
|
| I’m trying hard not to feel ungrateful
|
| But it can really get you down, man
|
| Being locked in forever with a weakness
|
| That fate bestowed with a smile
|
| And all of these gifts are good for nothing
|
| But god keeps giving me more
|
| Schedules to keep and payments to make
|
| Blessed art thou, my daughter
|
| I met with the white coats again today
|
| They spoke to me in soothing tones
|
| As they repaired the walls of my cell:
|
| «The boon of beauty comes with a price
|
| And it is your duty to pay it
|
| Day by day, day by day» |