Painful Prose,
Is all this simple poet knows
Perhaps it's self imposed
Who really knows
Does it make a difference
Why are people bothered by such sadness
It's because they have to fake a smile,
Or because they feel the same way
Hide behind your prozac and optimism
BUT WHY BOTHER
Irish whisky and the end...
Will leave you open,
To the doors of perception!
So claim your sanctuary
...And break on through,
TO the other side
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