I need a jug, a bucket or cradle
To fill with something of liquid-inhale
If it leaks and floods onto the carpet
The plants on my balcony can’t be watered
I need a glass, a bottle or barrel
To fill with something of liquid-inhale
Strong, not sweet, without lime or soda
To keep at bay monsters at midnight-hours
I need a box, a carton or crate
To store away objects no longer useful
Like old envelopes and rusty old keys
And that black and white shirt that’ll never fit me
I need a capsule, a drug or a cure
To store away objects no longer useful
Like thoughts, memories and old recollections
That fight me from inside a mind so blameful
I need a dust-cloth, a sweeper or broom
To clean up the mud stains I dragged in the room
When picking you flowers yellow and pink
Before end of season they’ll no longer bloom
I need a sponge, some tissues, a swab
To clean up the blood-stains I dragged down the stairs
When realizing time has forced me to stop
Blaming and framing myself with a crop
I need to behave
To complete my chores
I need to behave
In this nightmare of heartsore