If I could heal this body
as fast as I can write
I’d be back in fighting trim
before my head hit the pillow tonight
but the conditions of reality
are harsh and unforgiving
and leading me to a question
just what kind of life I’m living
the techno guru said that I
needed a thousand
here’s me shooting for a million
minions at my right hand
go ahead and laugh but
pray I’m no prognosticator
cause if it ever came through
I swear I’d get to your ass later
but just now it’s all moot
and the plan’s all shoddy
and I’ve got no magic formula
to heal this body
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