While in detox in a treatment center prior to being transferred to JourneyPure in Eastern TN, I was struggling one night with a roommate’s habit. Easily over-stimulated and often affected by every bell, whistle and noise not controlled by my dysfunctional self, I was about to snap in the middle of the night, but God and silently quoting the 23rd Psalm facilitated my not acting ugly, and I ended up really digging my roommate! A life lesson was learned, and anybody who knows me well knows the wrinkling of plastic can drive my ass wild! Anybody want to put this to music, be my guest?! Cheers!
Cellophane Blues
Wakin’ up at 3:00, what’s wrong with me
Cellophane blues
Locked up in Rehab, not feelin’ too fab
Cellophane blues
Roomie ain’ sleepin’, sho gots me peepin’
Cellophane blues
Midnight rendezvous, snacks have got me blue
Cellophane blues
Plastic crinklin’ loud, belchin’ like he’s proud
Cellophane blues
“Bout to lose my mind, better to be kind
Cellophane blues
23d Psalm, helpin’ keep me calm
Cellophane blues
Earplugs and prayer, a desire to care
Cellophane blues
Out of Vistaril, maybe it’s God’s will
Cellophane Blues
Got dem Cellophane blues!
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