Mercury Retrograde Blues

My baby doesn't get me,
Can't hear a word I say.
And when he murmurs sweetly,
I swear he says “You’re gay.”

I've got the Mercury Retrograde Blues.

When appointments get mixed up,
Folks are unclear, indirect,
I smile, and keep my chin up.
Where’s my bottle of white out?!

I've got the Mercury Retrograde Blues.

She claims I said “let's write.”
When I tell my boss “it's there,”
I wander through the night.
Alone with a vacant stare.

I've got the Mercury Retrograde Blues

My typing is atrocious,
I'm stuck; it feels like glue.
Tempers are ferocious.
I've got the Mercury Retrograde Blues.

© 2009 Kate van Houten

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