I lost my temper with a friend
Marked him and treated him with rudeness
And though i tried to make amends
Feel i miss him and walk a dark corridor
Woke up one morning
Doctor buck's letter
Of my own making, i walk a dark corridor of my heart
Hoping one day a door will be ajar
At least so we can recompense
Our betrayal of our hard worn/won(?) friendship
In vulgar and arrogant abeyance
To what was untrue underneath our parlance
I open the envelope, doctor buck's letter
Re: welfare benefits reports
J. mccarthy, approximately 10-15 days
I got down, i was depressed.
It was doctor buck's letter.
Turn the radio on
Doctor buck's letter
Cheer myself up
Put the radio on, get the magazine out
And read about the