These are the facts, nothing here but the facts. I was on the road to Damascus via a street in the West Village in New York City, when, in an instant, barometric pressure had dropped 100 MB. Darkness enveloped an eleven-o’clock-morning sun. It may have been a trick of the mind, or some kind of serious panic disorder. Although I could no longer see, I pictured myself a child on a visit to my great grandmother's house in La Salle, Illinois. In my head I felt as though a tornado was approaching...
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RESPOND TO THIS VIDEO, A Poem about Friendship
Respond to this video. Tell me, dear audience, Tell me what to consider, Or tell me what you may believe. How do I handle it? Is there a way? I can not be friends with her; She is no friend to me.
Tell me what to do.
It’s not that she’s bad, Or evil beyond belief; Yet she has broken her every promise, No regard for holy vow, And the real truth behind her lies, And herein some sympathy is required, She has a hard time dealing, Living in the everyday world. She does not feel much in common, Feels she has little to do with all the other girls, Who have a fit in the regular world.
Tell me, dear audience, Tell me what to do! My heart’s been rendered, Seems as though split in two, Torn along the lines, A perpetual refrain:
Nothing to win, and Nothing left to lose.
“Oh, you’re such a pretty girl, Why are you so skinny?” That’s what the ladies ask, When she is just standing there, Standing at a stop waiting for the bus.
Let me tell you what she said, I tell you, dear audience, What she once revealed to me, She said that she’s always starving. Now I know how she got so worn away.
I have seen her get thinner, Thinner by the day. She can not finish her dinner. She imagines cottage cheese; Sees it form on the back of her legs.
Let me whisper a secret. Maybe it will elicit a comment or two. The first appliance I bought for the house. It was a white, electronic scale.
She will not step on the scale. Claims I take the wrong approach.
Her bleeding, it stopped some time ago, But no problem here, when there’s the pill, Tweak the hormone and, anyway, What’s so important? Why the big deal?
Really, I can hear her say it, As if she were present, Right before me and talking into my face. She would be all pretend and diffident, Yet with the skinny sarcasm in her voice. Oh that is she, little miss perfect!
“Come on! I get it; “Don't go worrin' your head. “Relax, no problem! “My blood, it’s flowing! “I’ve got a show right now.”
Respond to this video. Tell me, dear audience, Tell me what you think, Or tell me what you believe. I can’t be friends with her. She can not be a friend to me. She's no friend to anyone; She's no friend even to herself.
Nothing for me, Nothing to win and Nothing left to lose. It’s so awful, very weird, Still I hear me say it. I know she still loves me, Yet how can she love me When she doesn't love herself.
Will she ever live without worry, Might she ever be carefree again?
Can it be she’s really dying? Dear God, I am glad that I can not know... I can not know the truth. She jogs for miles, Goes to the gym every other day, Claims the thing -- she has it, One day she told me, “Down, cold, and under-control!”
My heart is broken, All I can do is pray.
She's runnin', she is running away from me.
I can’t be friends with her, She can not be a friend. She's no friend to anyone, She can not find love for herself.
What else can I do? What am I missing? I’ve never doubted her beauty! Please, tell me, tell me.
Merciful Heaven! Is there any thing, Tell me if there is some thing, Any thing that I might do?
It would not be right to say he kicked the bucket.
First, the surgeon clipped a couple of toes. But before too long he lost his foot. The doctor cut it off almost at the ankle.
Yes, it was a very dreary business. Burton was chopped down.
His disease had brought the big man down, Burton, down, and of him the adage reads:
Above life itself, he loved his drink.
The genie was in the bottle, Her spirit, more to him than family and friends.
What love! He held her close, How he caressed her mouth to mouth, He clenched her with hands whose such strength No mortal man might ever asunder, And he fondled her, and was true to her, Until death did them part.
Respond to this video. Tell me, dear audience, Tell me what you think, Or tell me what you may believe. I can’t be friends with her; She is no friend to me.
Tell me what to do,
It’s not she’s bad, Or evil beyond belief; Yet she has broken her every promise, No regard for holy vow, But the real truth behind her lies, And here great sympathy is required, She has a hard time copin’, Livin’ in the regular world, Bein’ like all the other girls, Who fit in the regular world.
Tell me, dear audience, Tell me what to do! My heart’s been rendered, I feel it split, I feel it’s split in two.
Nothing to win, and Nothin’ left to lose.
‘Oh, you’re such a pretty girl, Why are you so skinny?’ That’s what the ladies ask, When she just standin’ there, Standin’ there waitin’ for a bus.
Let me tell you what she said, I tell you, dear audience, What she once revealed to me, She said, she’s always starvin’ That’s how she, she got worn away, I’ve seen her get thinner, Thinner by the day, She can not finish her dinner, She imagines cottage cheese, Sees it form on the back of her legs.
Let me whisper a secret, Maybe it will clear the air, The first piece of furniture, The first thing I bought for this house It was a white, electronic scale, She will not step on the scale.
Her bleeding it stopped some time ago, But no problem with that, when there’s the pill, Tweak the hormone and, anyway, What’s so important? Why the big deal?
Really, I can hear her say it, As if she were present, Right before me into my face, talkin’, She be all pretend, diffident, Yet the tiny sarcasm in her voice, Oh that’s her, littl’ miss perfect!
‘Come on! I’ve got it, no problem! ‘My blood, it’s flowin’! ‘I’ve got my period right now.’
Respond to this video. Tell me, dear audience, Tell me what you think, Or tell me what you believe. I can’t be friends with her. She can’t be friend to self.
Nothing for me, Nothing to win and Nothin’ left to lose.
It’s so awful, it’s weird, I know she still loves me.
Will she ever be carefree again?
Can it be she’s really dyin’, Dear God, I fear it’s true, But she runs for miles, Goes to the gym every other day, Claims the thing, under-control!
My heart is broken, All I can do is pray.
I can’t be friends with her, She can’t be friend to self,
What else can I do? What am I missin’? I’ve never doubted her beauty! Please, tell me, tell me, -- I love her! –
Merciful Heaven! Is there any thing, If there is any thin’ I might do?
