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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