Speaking to Judy Judy was all labels
She was a thousands of us
On post mortem red dribbling tables
But she'd tell you quietly
And to the coroners mask
No no I am not a "skitz"
I was raped by life and by living in "Care"
If you must ask
And I cut myself to bits
I knew I was no good
And only for spitting at and use
But I became by my own needs for love
And distortions of childhood
The razor criss cross of the
Up ended arms of child abuse
This masked man is cutting into me
Now I am with my plaster God
And my plaster god cries
"Judy I'll bandage you with tears and my infinity "
Ahh
Said I
Judy you are okay
I know there's blood on your mortem gown
And clinical dress
But I love you, love you , love you
Echoing
With God Bless ....
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