Dear God, Help Me
Author: Neil Evans

Chapter 18
No, No, No . . .

Wit isn't your agenda,
Life against your will.
I scream into your ear,
You miss the point anyway.
Write the notes out but
You can't take a clue.

Swear, where, tear, hair,
You don't see the chair.
I look inside your eyes
There's nothing, I see.
Yeah . . . No, no, no . . .
Yeah . . . No, no, no . . .

Pupils indicate you were
Dead just yesterday.
But you still search
For that chair anyway.
I thought I told you . . .
Yeah . . . No, no, no . . .


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