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She faked a poem across her wrist
It was an ode to her analyst
In torn rhyme and jagged rhythm
The keywords that she never did give him
He’d listened hard through the Librium
But understanding, it would never come
Dim outlines on a distant shore
The keywords he was always looking for
Keywords, she kept them well
Strung together in a broken spell
Keywords that she learned when young
A life sentence in her mother’s tongue.
All the keywords.
There were schools and there were governesses
Diagnoses and expensive bad guesses
A time to cry and a time to weep
And keywords whispered through her sleep
Keywords, she kept them well
Strung together in a broken spell
Keywords that she learned when young
A life sentence in her mother’s tongue.
So she came down from the Tower of Babel
Sick of myths and lies and fables
And took a blade to the lexicon
The keywords they’re all bad and gone.