I’d like a word
With a few good people
She who’s lost a child
A breast
A house
He a job
A dream
A marriage
They’ve taken his car back
Her dinette set
Those who’ve lost their minds
And now sit in the waiting room
Of someone paid to listen
I need to talk to these people
To ask their wisdom
How they keep going
Where my view
Needs tweaking
And if you’ve been there
Looking down the barrel
Of a loaded gun
I’d like a word with you too
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