Hotel Room

Speed rushes,
paralisis seeps
Heart beats irregular,
fast to slow to nothing
And Martha Mitchell,
they saId she was crazy
But Margaret Mary Ray,
they knew that she was
Speed’s rushing,
a telephone rings
The mind does nothing,
a voicemail dings
And whatever she says,
I’ll say that she’s crazy
But the reason she calls
is, she knew that I was
Speed’s flushing
both feet hurt,
and I won’t move
The knock on a door,
to service the room
And Martha Mitchell,
they said she was crazy
But Margaret Mary Ray,
they knew that she was

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