Six Weeks
What have you done to my life
When I think about it, it cuts like a knife
Don’t you have a heart
Or am I just not that smart
For six weeks I sold myself
Defiantly not on the shelf
Needles in my arms
As dangerous as firearms
Had to find a shower
I needed it for will power
A plate of food
If you are in the nude
Every part of me
Wished it could be free
You fed me to the dogs
I’m now in all the catalogues
Speed dial just for fun
I’m there like the noon gun
Copyright © Gert Wewege | Year Posted 2016
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