The T

As I sit here

All alone

And my tears

Begin to fall

I am reminded

Once again

Chamomile tea

Solves fuck all

Psycho(tic) Babble

It’s
past
midnight
again

And
still
I’m not
in bed

When will
they stop
driving
me insane

These
voices
inside
my head?

The Trick Cyclist

I’d
like to
cancel my
appointment

I don’t
want
to see
you today

What’s
the point
in getting
out of bed

When
you can’t
help me
anyway?

Sinderella

Is that
the time,
he said,
I should
get my
things
and leave

Well don’t
let me
keep you,
she said,
for I have
others
to please

Two Sides

I lie
in your bed
and I lie
to your face.

I am
a public fraud
and a private
disgrace.

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