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AMNESIA


By
Peter the Poet � 1999


I sit in my hospital bed
With bandages swathed all around my head

People come from near and far
They know me but I don't know who they are

An old woman sits and cries
She says she is my mother
There's a man who wears terrible ties
He claims to be my brother

An attractive lady claims to be my wife
She looks like someone with whom I could share my life

Now here's a pretty girl, I ought'a
ask her for a date
It turns out she's my daughter
But I found that out too late

People accept the fact that I have no memory
But still they persist in asking
'Well, you must remember me?'

They must be really vain
To think that their image alone
Is implanted on my brain

It will be fun to court my wife anew
But I hope I have no mistresses lurking about
Don't you
















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