Accordingly
Healthy pores
Tidy nails
Steady pay
Life on rails
Rainy day
Prozac cure
Brand new car
Old age lure
Wicked mirror
On the wall
Offspring strangers
Down the hall
From 8 to 5
Whatever I do
Trying to catch
The avian flu
On my perch
Penthouse hell
Alcohol breakfast
Buy and sell
Lamborghini
As I abscond
Escaping in a car crash
Bond, James Bond
Blood transfusion
Shrinks look at my head
A strong longing
To be declared dead
Sitting there
Against the asylum window
I’m not insane
I just happen to know
“Sarah honey
I won’t be home for dinner
I’m going away for awhile
To fix something inner
But you have fun
With your quantum leaps
I’m just the message
After the beep"
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