Room Service

Barbara, Barbara, help me up.
I want hot chocolate in a china cup.
Dust the mantle, close the curtains.
Your housecoat hanger fate is certain.

Hurry Barbara if you can manage
To overcome your wilting saggage,
Tend to dinner, then draw a bath
Tidy up around my wrath.

Where've you been, you molting crab?
Wincing into my spiteful jabs.
Waiting for the end to come,
You're just as worthless as you are dumb.

I'll twist your arm as you call "uncle",
You festering, cankled wet carbunkle.
Do something with your frown so drab
Peck, peck the pimple into a scab.

Come downstairs and take your lumps.
A squawking goose should have such bumps
You call a figure inside a sack.
I dare you, over my broken back,

To make an effort, with head held high.
You hang around and we know why.
Afterwards, it's yours to keep,
So long as you know how to reap

The benefits of your self worth
In the afterglow of your rebirth.
Cheer up, Barbara. If I have my way,
You'll always have a place to stay.


9/17/26
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