I need my CSF to heal, fool I doul, I doul Remedy for your not knowing isn't to take away my ability to heal Just build a better MRI for goodness' sake I don't need to be Bridget Bishop at the stake What you today steal You will never be able to recongeal Dura maters, Even the Latin psychotics knew Everything is matter "Do not pitter patter" You're not in my head, Mr. Gabriel Yet I cannot do this alone Where for God's sake Is all your ceftriaxone Drug-seeking? Yes. That's why I am a forest goddess Muslims die today, I will die tomorrow Because you have no space for sorrow "Get thee down from here," Even Satan beckons me from your table.
A Journal by Two CSF Besties