The Sweater

Today the Chaplin came and said it’s time for a little chat.

The Sweater

It is like you have a bad flu, but you know you’re not getting better.
Ain’t it nice to get a gift from some old friend along with a letter
Every day I wake up and the pain is growing stronger
and I know it could go on for a months are even longer.

It was nice when Icould get up but now I can’t  even do that.
Today the Chaplin came and said it’s time for a little chat.
And a cloud drifts by and I wonder where it’s going.
There is an alien inside me and I know it keeps growing.

You phone has been silent because nobody wants to call.
They put it out of mind because they see me in my pall.
If there really is a God, I want to ask about the grace.
Hell ain’t no hidden world, no it’s right here on my face.

I don’t know why anybody thinks it ever it a normal day.
My doppelgänger’s .been waiting  and he’s come to have his say.
What was she thinking when she sent me  a woolen sweater.
I decided not to write back because I don’t  want to upset her.