Sugar
Cube
Woe is
me, goes the self-pity
Oh shut
up and stop being so melancholy
The voice
of life always stuck in mind
Ebb and
flow of human emotions no wonder there’re potions
Getting
drunk on emotion requires only mind motion
That
cerebral stage upon which all is played
Such deep
characters which assert
Wondering
is whether sanity is a cert
For
imagination is a trickster and jester
Soothes,
frightens, calms and then deadly doubt
Sort the
social chaff that clutters with delight
The
advising voices that buffet with might
In the
end we haven’t moved a jot
But oh
how the mental ructions have kicked butt
Break the
silence and dance a foolish jig
No love?
so go out, but mind yer ass doesn’t land in the brig
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