Merry, where'd the blood go?
It came out after the song,
it came out in the wash

and no one saw you doubled over,
clutching at your stomach, crying,
screaming maybe, I don't know,

but you sang that song like your life was in it,
like your body meant nothing,
like your baby was nothing,

nothing more than a sacrifice
as you wailed the frustration in someone else's poem,
the tumult of the '60s in a pinpoint scream:

IT'S JUST A KISS AWAY!
IT'S JUST A KISS AWAY!

The blood's gone now, the baby too,
the decade, the thinkers,
a green apple sliced in half,
everyone dropped out, tuned out, sold out,

but Merry, do you still have the dress?

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