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The Bed You Made.

They said I made my bed

so I have to lay in it,

yet I sleep on a sofa

perhaps for a while

and during the day if

I am lucky, if I have had the temerity

to take tablets and pain killer courage

by the bundle; I rarely get to see a bed

and when I do it seems it was made up

by maid service or the dumb waiter

who never actually let me finish

my fucking sentences

because it either suited them