My body is a temple

 My body is a temple


My body is a temple

That’s slowly falling down 

We had the wiring done

Thirty years and some. 


We’ve tried our best I’m sure

To primp and crimp and paint

Over cracks that let in the wind

Over wallpaper that’s grey. 


With pills for this and pills for that

They form a tug of war

Within my gut for no one knows

What reacts with what. 


So here I am with workmen

Arguing what’s the most severe,

The brain that’s rotting in the roof, 

Or the windows that need repair. 


There is a chance they’ll knock it down

And start from fresh anew 

I’ll keep an eye from the other side

Make sure the planning’s through. 

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