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bi-polar disorder

bad game of tug-of-war

poetry

who is funny now
mr. heavy chest?
now that the air
is thick with
atmosphere
and now that the
clouds have rolled
in thick like
chicken broth?
your shadow-friend
displeased you
again,
you caught the
wrong vision from
the opposite end,
who is funny now
mr. worthlessness?

October 7, 2009 David X. Hugo Tagged bi-polar disorder, depression, irony, tug-of-war Leave a comment
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