Lost concentration again, seeing not
understanding, finally not seeing at all -
will buy the cheapest, most toxic pie I
can find to dig my grave with my teeth
Trying to get overrun by a car, trying to
flee from myself, tension enclosing my
head with barbed wire pulling taut, and
I know it is my fault, if I had owned up
Years ago I cannot do my duty, cannot
meet requirements, I could have been
the happy inmate of a madhouse
instead of walking the streets
A menace to every law-abiding citizen
as irritating as sand under teeth to
poor hubby and colleagues…
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