Thursday, 4 November 2010

No honks, knocks, or phone calls
Just TV, radio, and four walls.
No complaints or any conversation;
Instead more time for medication.

No smiles, no hugs, and no kisses;
That is something no one misses.
No bill, or letters, no junk mail -
So I'm better off; what the Hell.

No one comes over while I'm home;
I'm here with myself, all alone.
No appointment or anyone to meet
But I am a King on Lonely Street.

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