My Visitors
My visitors hold me down
Give me jewelry like it's a date
Confining anklets and bracelets
This jacket is not even strait
Yes my microwave is burning
I had to test my rocket fuel
What was that I can't scratch my face
I'm Elvis so don't be cruel
Let go of me I'm important
What happened to my stethoscope
Ow these bugs are biting me
My ears are gone how will I cope
Oh no here come those voices
They come back day after day
Why don't you shut up and help me
Don't let them take me away
Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2017
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