Earlier this year I was laid low by a virus 

Which left me bedridden and totally spaced 

As I had just moved into this lonely city 

I knew nobody and nobody knew me 

Jane Mac Brown was totally alone 

The only person I had met was Mark 

Who lived on the floor below me 

He worked in fashion or something similar

To be truthful I thought he was a faggot 

But I need to somebody to keep an eye on me 

It did not help that I threw up in front of his flat 

And more or less fainted into the mess 

But that did not faze him in the least 

And he looked after me for the rest of the week 

Mark was always there ensuring that I was okay 

He obviously saw me at my very worst shitting pissing sicking 

I went to bed in my blue tee shirt and woke up in his pajamas 

That was how caring he was during these awful days 

And then it ended I returned to my reality and Mark faded 

He was as I guessed a faggot who was married to Gordon 

They both became my friends but I never felt naked in front of them 

Even though they would have seen me at my very worst 

Indeed deep down in my fucked up brain I rather enjoyed the idea  



Jane Mac Brown