I just wrote some lyrics. I’m gonna post em here – so I guess it’s more of a poem for y’all, since I haven’t recorded any sound with it. It’s about MS. I’m in a bit of pain at the moment: achy all over, tired, and I was thinking about how hard some of us work (at least I know I have at times) to be super happy and present — it’s about like putting on a Vaudeville act. I started hearing ragtime music in my head, and this is what came out.
A Ragtime For The Bedraggled
Silent inner predator,
It’s as though you are the
p h y s i c a l
manifestation of my
seething self hatred;
And I think
now that I’ve
You Should Be Tooooo…
[:You should cooperate.
Why don’t you just play nice?
You seem to be the only part of me
that don’t know how. (ba-dump ba-dump!)
And maybe that’s why you devour me.
It’s cause I’m so sweet!
Well maybe I’ll never get that
But I will get you.
2 thoughts on “A Ragtime For the Bedraggled”
I am sorry you are hurting, honey. I love you!
No worries, Mom. It comes with the territory. If it lasts long, I’m gonna call the doc. I love you too!