Myra came home, in bits and pieces
In saliva, left on every envelope she sent
"Dear kind members, of my audience
I'm just writing, 'cause its the thing to do
Regarding the mind body problem
I've got both and that's my problem
One would be enough for me
Yeah one would be enough for me"
Myra wrote her, friends and family
Until she had been, absorbed clean into her stationery
"Dear past neighbour or old acquaintance
Keep this letter somewhere cool and dry"
Myra spread her whole life's labour over thirty years of paper
"I've got a plan that's right for me, I've chosen simplicity"