Ghosts
At the foot of my bed the spectres are spread
They heckle and vent spleen
They chose to drop in, one says with a grin
Because my spirit is unclean
Yes I can see them in the darkness
The ghosts I know
They grab at my feet, ask me to repeat
The list of my upright deeds
But nothing I knew would do for this interview
The demons agreed
Overdone
Feeling overdone
I can’t take the hard decisions anymore
I might just stay on the floor
Close to the door
You’re telling everyone
It seems that I’m deficient and I’m thin
I don’t know where to begin
Put the aspirin in
Never had a better reason
Never need another try
I know it all will come to nothing
If you want a man alive
