Cane

Big hair,

curled all the nine-yards

Glitz and glamor

While the cane embellishes her wrinkled prune branches.

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A tap, tap, tap,

A rap, rap, rap,

Many lives

Like a cat.

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Her voice is louder than her body,

Screaming over her corpse-like anatomy.

The cane controls her weight,

While she tries treading against its energy.

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She can't remember a simple thing but her cane,

Yelling, swearing, ranting, and patronizing,

Her hair is bigger than her head,

The fake memories hinder her brain.

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She walks down the stairs,

Then consuming chocolate and cake.

Her pillow wishes to catch her,

Because not even her frizzy hair can save her.

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The stick fixes her stance,

But doesn't function in her world.

She wobbles slowly

Refusing the little nubs free assistance.

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Frizzy hair;

her pillow fails her.

She shakes and shivers,

And is no longer able, but sterile ---

The cane restrains her control.

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She's fallen countless times,

And the pillow never ended her falls,

But the cane had always been locked away,

Waiting, waiting, waiting,

But the glamorous refuses the assistance,

So it's perched, silently resting.