CARE CONCOTIONS
All rest is over
Personal time is gone
The narcissist is up
And needs are on
Are you all hungry
Go get me something to eat
My money bought your way
Duty is attached to feet
Mobility is paramount
For health has gone awry
No care visible
In every hmpf and wayward sigh
Generations have passed
With every need under the covers
Sexualized emotions
Hidden so deep, only TRUTH can discover
...care concoctions
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-10-2026
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