The Mentally Retarded Swing

I took myself to the playground
where we used to go
I swung
back and forth
back and forth
back and forth
alone

it wasn’t as fun
as when we used to
laugh until we were drooling
taking turns
on the mentally retarded swing

I started to think
I would still marry him
If he’d just promise
to take his medication
and not to turn our home
into a prison

no, I wouldn’t
yes, I would
NO, I WOULDN’T.

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