Friday night with the
air conditioner
I can’t give you want
you need
You can’t give me
what I want
And I’m starting to use
the cane indoors
Thinking about managed
care
Too independent to ask
I am comfortable,
compared to most
It’s not enough for
my soul
To be paid now for
past work
Freedom’s just
another word for nothing
But it’s better than a
debt
Or a man sucking you
dry
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