I'm a tatty paperback
my covers bent and worn
and all my ink stained pages
are read and roughly torn
there's footnotes in my margins
and typos underlined
and I've been taken out before
but I found it such a bind
my epilogue and prologue
tell so little of my soul
and the ones that misun'stood
have really took their toll
pages torn out to light a fire
that burned so very bright
but only warmed their bodies
for that one forsaken night
my jacket wet with others tears
that lay their hands on me
have left me now in dire need
of love and T L C