Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Dr. Kill-Joy (Why Won’t You Help Me)

If you hold in your hands everything I need why do you refuse to help me? Why do you dangle the cure a half an inch beyond my reach. Why would you put me under a magnifying glass in the hottest July sun? How dare you be so cruel? Do you not remember all that I have done for you? Had me thinking I was one of you, should have seen straight through that lie. I don’t understand how you could look me in the eyes see me cry and still leave me to die. How could you so badly lack a conscience, when I don’t and we are on the same wave of consciousness? I somehow feel connected to the visitors of Hotel Rwanda. I am obviously sick why, so why, why won’t you help me.

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