Life in neurosis

Isn’t it comforting when you

see someone else is the one

who’s all F _ _ _ _ _  D up?

you breathe a gasp of

fresh air it’s not you

whose mind isn’t deeply messed up.

But,

if it’s you,

then it’s different.

But, at least you know.

so,

go and be messed up.

celebrate your messed up-ness.

write about it.

shout it from the mountain tops.

you can always drink your

way to oblivion.

oh,

sweet oblivion.

escape.

drifting away into

the clouds of

wonderfulness.

and, then you come

back with

the greatest hangover

you ever had

and swear

to all that’s good

you’ll never touch

a drop again

of the devil’s

brew.

at least

until the next time.

because all we

chronic

drinkers

are short

on memory.

I heard it

helps you

write.

stay screwed

up

but don’t

be in denial

that you

are…

join an encounter group.

stand up and shout

something

really bad.

you might meet

your next

spouse

and really

have a messed

up time

fighting all the time.

you could write poems

about all the misery…

Oh, god, I’m negative.

fill my mind with the beautiful

and lovely thoughts!

yes, god, punish me.

please, I so deserve it.

I will now bend over.

kick me in the A _ _.

get to know and love

the blooming

hell out of

your own neurosis

for it’s not

gonna go on

vacation without

your sorry

A _ _.

 

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