April 2, 2005

Baby, Have A Space Head
An epic poem by Caleb Benjamin Ruggiero

Still feeling a little sick
Although it's mainly just congestion now
And constant need for water
Don't you love me anymore?

Huffing Vicks® straight from the jar
I even put some in my nostrils
Then I read the label and it said not to do that
Don't break my heart, baby.

My bottle is 1.5 liters
I go through about six a day
Talk about thirsty!
You used to be so sweet
Baby, you used to have a space head.

I don't like being sick
And I don't like the ache of losing that such a loss brings
Why don't you do me like before, baby?
Baby, why don't you have a space head.

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