“In the Ward” writers island #9 imagine

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I was walking down the street chewing bubble gum.

That day I was wearing a red shirt,
I really love how that shirt looks with my blonde hair.

Sometimes I’m very vain, but if I don’t praise myself who will?

I often visit the geriatrics in the nursing home hoping I can find my mom.

Oh how I loved her, we used to sit and eat manna together talking about the antichrist.

How her words resonate in my brain as I see her image.

She loved to play board games and she was always quick with a joke,

I sometimes wondered was she my natural mother

because she was so lovely and healthy.

I remember the day she told me about the Brownshirts drinking grape juice,

I said to her “Do they smoke opium, too?”
If they drink grape juice they must smoke opium.

I would like to go back in a time machine when people were sincere.

Just like my mom I am so sorry that she’s gone;

I have made my fortune in timetables since she left me.

I have many interests some untried and others unfounded.

I will remain the underdog until the tidal wave comes to take me away.