09-01-2021, 10:35 PM
Make it up?
You must be kidding
or chopping wood in Nirvana
to keep seventy virgins warm
(my shrink is named Dr. Islam.)
I can bend spoons of joy
merely by thinking about them,
I’m the Uri Geller of depression.
Everyone comments on my sad faced
dog, looks like William Macy
on a bad day. It’s not a coincidence
that he’s my dog. I listen to
Mozart’s Requiem to cheer up.
But suicide? Yes, it’s on my list
yet there’s so much sadness
that would go wanting.
Who wants to let despair
go homeless?
You must be kidding
or chopping wood in Nirvana
to keep seventy virgins warm
(my shrink is named Dr. Islam.)
I can bend spoons of joy
merely by thinking about them,
I’m the Uri Geller of depression.
Everyone comments on my sad faced
dog, looks like William Macy
on a bad day. It’s not a coincidence
that he’s my dog. I listen to
Mozart’s Requiem to cheer up.
But suicide? Yes, it’s on my list
yet there’s so much sadness
that would go wanting.
Who wants to let despair
go homeless?