I no longer need my eyes to see
They've dried to the point
Of being useless to me
The fact that I'm thinking
Is neither blessing nor curse
The sackcloth I'm kept in
Isn't unlike a purse
I actually feel a sense of relief
Because I don't have to eat
And I don't have to breathe
I don't have to worry about paying my bills
Of laundering clothes or taking my pills
I've no sense of smell although surely I'm stinking
And I'm starting to hear what my captors are thinking
They've dried to the point
Of being useless to me
The fact that I'm thinking
Is neither blessing nor curse
The sackcloth I'm kept in
Isn't unlike a purse
I actually feel a sense of relief
Because I don't have to eat
And I don't have to breathe
I don't have to worry about paying my bills
Of laundering clothes or taking my pills
I've no sense of smell although surely I'm stinking
And I'm starting to hear what my captors are thinking
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