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Nobody Talks to Me Anymore

Today was every other day.?My boss says, "Hey Joe, where you going with that staple gun in your hand?" I draw a blank on my face and turn to face his?."You don't really know, do you, Joe? ?You don't know where you're going.?You don't really know who you are.?You don't know much of anything anymore, Do you now, Joe?" Then he laughs at me ?In front of everybody He laughs and points at?What everybody but me can see. And everybody laughs and they laugh and they laugh But nobody talks to me anymore. I call my girlfriend up on the telephone? She says,  "Joe, I'm not your girlfriend anymore"? And hangs up the phone. Nobody talks to me anymore. I call my doctor on the telephone He says, "hello, is there anybody there"? I say, "it's me, Joe, doctor help me, nobody talks to me anymore!" My doctor coughs and hangs up the phone.? Nobody talks to me anymore. I call on my priest in the church down the road?I say "Hello, Father? my Father, is that really you?" "Please tell me, dear Father, what should I do?"?My priest says "Joe, God don't love you anymore" And throws me out through God's front door. God don't talk to me anymore. So, I go down to a bar to have a little swim.? There's a bar stool there where the Xmas tree should have been? The bartender looks at me, But he doesn't say a word. I hold up two fingers  pointing at the sky So he pours me a double, ten-year-old rye. Which I toss down and motion for another I call him "my brother". The bartender stares at my face As silent as a stone inside of a wall. Nobody talks to me anymore.?? On the street, the headlights blind my blinking eyes.? Strangers push past me, some I know, most I despise. A cop car pulls up and flashes his bright light on me The cop points his flashlight in my eyes so that I can't see. But we already know, there's nothing he or I need to say.? I just ain't worth talking to me anymore. A ghost walks up and stares into my face. He doesn't say a word; ?just hangs there in space Instead, he spins ribbons of coloured lights Inside my head.?There's no knowing with ghosts no more The dead don't talk to me anymore either. Suddenly I see an explosion of lights? There's trumpets and harps and angels in sight A liquor store, neon vision of light Promises me spirits of salvation and delight If I just step inside.?While next door, a gun store slowly cracks open its door . . .?I am my father and my mother's son and I’ve never before bought me a gun. But nobody, nobody talks to me anymore.

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Date: 2/16/2018 7:19:00 PM
A very sad write...
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