Early to Bed

Take a young intelligent beautiful girl
who has been punched and choked unconscious
for a couple of years by the father of her child and put
her on antipsychotic medication because she's afraid to leave
the house, hears voices at night telling her ugly things, and has
terrifying nightmares.

This fucking place: you can't get a therapist to save your life,
but you can buy an AR-15 quick as you please.

I'm skipping the comedy show down at the hotel tonight.

And invisible Jesus, he is all around being trusted in and hoped upon,
but he won't pick up the fucking phone.

And the hotel bar is full of men, oil field stereotypes - the only woman
is the bartender, and she's even more sick of looking at you assholes
than I am.

So buy the suicidal guy a little kitty litter to grease the skids,
and pick up the check for the young couple sitting close in
the Mexican place, stroking each other's hands,
as high as colorful kites
on love.

Slow down, the greeter told me twice today, it ain't worth it.