Too White to sing the Blues

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I hold on to Mr Zoloft

When my shoulders emit searing pain

My pounding blond head fills up dazed

Someone wound up the birds

They harass opening up the

Sky with their noise

I oft time reveled in those songs

When life was green grass and tender

Moss

But today my body betrayed me

So I plucked the joy from their

Murdering throats

Someone once said

I was too white to sing the blues

(c) carol voccia 2008