Treat-meant Song

by Treesha deFrance


Grind all the mercury outta my teeth,
Give me iguana and giraffe to eat,
Sauna fry cook me up no oil please,
Sit me on the grass underneath some trees,
(I have got this new disease).

Measure up my voltage and electron flow,
Check me in the dark because perhaps I glow,
Send me all the latest research, where's the rest?
Poke me with a needle for another test.
(I go on I try my best.)

Someone wrote a book about a new approach,
Says to take an extract made of cockroach,
Since they are a long sound dependable breed,
They've got adaptable genes I need.
(Think I'll pass on that meant-treat.)
(On and on...what's next? We'll see.)

Up and down and all around, another try.
Some folks think I'm crazy but that is a lie,
Crazy is the way I'm forced to live,
Calls forth all I've got to give.
(I'll keep praying. Hope to well.
God does treat me. Time will tell.)

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