You sit around my neck <br />Not as a demon or angel, <br />but wearing Abercrombie and American Eagle. <br /> <br />You rip at my spine, <br />Pulling like a typhoon does a bridge <br />As the crickets try to lullaby me away. <br /> <br />But I found an ointment <br />called Wisdom, with it <br />I pull you away, <br /> <br />Put you on my right shoulder. <br />Welcome home! <br />You no longer hurt me: <br /> <br />You coach <br />on that wild sport called Life <br />Instead.<br /><br />John Parsons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pulling-at-my-spine/
