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I got a massage the other day
it was one of those chairs
that they sell in the store
that rub your back
having it on display there is
the store excuse to call
the sample "a selling tool"
well, I sat in the chair
and I’m getting to the point
where I think it’s worth the cost
so that I can get a massage
any time I want to
all I’d have to do
(after I get the chair)
is pay the electricity
that can’t be too much
and sometimes you need
something good to happen to you
because sometimes you deserve it
and there are a lot of things I’ve deserved
and maybe you’re one of those things
and maybe you could reach around
and move my hair out of the way
and kiss the back of my neck
because I don’t think they
have a massage chair
that can do that
I don’t think the massage chair
can give me attention
and that is something I’ve needed
well, there are a lot of things I’ve needed
I’ve wanted to be able to curl up
to go to bed
and know that you’re there in bed too
just so I have you to lean on
you lose sight of things like that
unless you get used to being alone
I don’t need to hear you complaining
I probably do enough complaining
for the both of us
I don’t want to field the phone calls
for your business
I don’t want to do your laundry
come to think of it,
I don’t even WANT to do MY laundry
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