Old Voodoo Doll

I would ask you to stop needling me if I could feel my feet anymore Certainly, by now, those raggedy dogs are well traipsed off. And the crotch tweaks only remind me that I need to go to the bathroom again. Or is that even you? Whoever it is, I do thank you for holding me over the toilet, as often as you do, and for reminding me to face my porridge every night or so, although, I remain such a smudge of my former self, wedged secretly between a box spring and a bed slat, flirting shamelessly as I do, with the dust bunnies.