Oblivious Maven: March 2007

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Killing Me Loudly

Expressing his pain with his lungs,
Screaming his frustration so loud,
Killing me loudly with his lungs,
Killing my eardrums with his screams,
Getting on my last nerve, my last nerve,
Killing me loudly, I'm gonna die!!!!!!

I saw one molar coming in, then I counted three more.
And so they're all coming in, and through his gums they tore.
And there he was this young boy, who turned into a spook show....

Expressing his pain with his lungs,
Screaming his frustration so loud,
Killing me loudly with his lungs,
Killing my eardrums with his screams,
Getting on my last nerve, my last nerve,
Killing me loudly, oh my, oh my!!!!!!

I feel so sadly for him, embarrassed by my rant.
I hope he never finds my blog and reads it all out loud.
But then again, he won't stop, It's driving me insane.........

Expressing his pain with his lungs,
Screaming his frustration so loud,
Killing me loudly with his lungs,
Killing my eardrums with his screams,
Getting on my last nerve, my last nerve,
Killing me loudly, I'm gonna die!!!!!!

He cries as if he knows he's pulling on my strings.
And suddenly looks at me as if he's that doll, "Chucky".
And he's coming at me, louder, looking at me so evil.....

Expressing his pain with his lungs,
Screaming his frustration so loud,
Killing me loudly with his lungs,
Killing my eardrums with his screams,
Getting on my last nerve, my last nerve,
Killing me loudly, oh my, oh my!!!!!!

Oh, he's insane, I'm insane,
Everyone in this house is insane.
Four freaking molars at one time
Will do that,
Driving the whole family....
Insane.
With his pain.



(Poor fella.)

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Saturday, March 10, 2007

Imaginary Rehab

Here I sit with my imaginary shaved head in imaginary rehab. In Malibu. With my imaginary addiction that I had to imaginarily fake so that they'd admit me for pampering treatment. Ahh, this is the life. No hair to care for, someone to babysit for me 24/7, and in this elite place, for my celebrity self, I don't have chores like the ordinary rehab folks do. And I don't even have to make my own bed. Every day, I am told how to take better care of myself than I have in the last few years. I'm really liking that. Although it's great that the staff is taking care of me while I'm here.

Yesterday, I had an assignment to write a poem about someone who really touched me here at the facility. Someone I really connected with, while sober, without needing chemicals to hide behind. A natural high, a natural connection. Here it is:

"Aunt Flo"

I love you Aunt Flo,
Oh yes I do!
You don't know how relieved
I am to see beloved you!
As much as I LOVE my kids
I'm so glad there's still only two!
Oh, Aunt Flo, I love you!!!!!!!



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