Wendy why do you haunt me?
What do you want from me?
The crucifix you hold
Your forlorn tousled hair
Your broken neck that juts out
Sticking out of your spine
Your clothes covered in dirt and waste
Urinated on and falling down
That dirty old decrepit blanket
That surrounds your bent body
That body that craves lust's affection
Yet those blank blue eyes give nothing
I try to console you
And you react with hate and abuse
You who are lost
Detached from the material world
Yet it does not let you go
And the ogres of this world do not see
You are laughed at and you laugh
But your laughter is full of hate
You think you don't care but you do
You are not happy as you take,
As you drink water from the restaurant's jug
As you pour it down your mouth and dress
No one stops you when you leave
Your car double parked in Fitzroy Street
Mercedes toot their horns
They crawl around the broken beaten hulk
They wish you were gone but you stay
Haunt them, haunt me, are you there?
Am I torturing your empty soul?
I feel so inadequate, can't do anything
Wish I could hope to see you happy
But when you talk of boats to Tasmania
Tickets that don't exist
Speak so cruelly of others' sexuality
You just aren't there
How can I make love to someone
Who is not there, who doesn't seem to care
Who walks barefoot through St Kilda
Who lives out of their broken car
Who got raped on Om Beach in India.
What can I say, what is there for me?
You have no room for another
You're so full of yourself
You have no room for others
And you can't even look after yourself
End your misery, think how others feel.
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