Narcoleptic Mary drops her head in sudden jerks
at the table in the mansion's old estate
Her face is in the soup and as she wakes

she hears the laughter bouncing off her plate

When the china breaks - she awakes

Narcoleptic Mary is careening down the hallway
the dents into the sheet rock match her skull
She's taken so much speed to kill the soporific weeds

but still she feels their pull

So she collapses in a pile on the kitchen tile

And her husband's an insomniac
who doesn't understand
he props her head up with his hands

If she'd only stayed awake, she'd have heard
him when he said "Mary what the hell's
wrong in your head!?"


Narcoleptic Mary feeds the dog in the garage,
so proud to fill her one domestic role

But the waves of sleep descend and as her
spine begins to bend she falls into the water bowl


Narcoleptic Mary