Vapid flippers blather on TV
The shrew is getting ready to go see
Another quack who sends another bill
Do they help or bleed until they kill?
Tumultuous describes the way I feel
Unable to appropriately deal
With all the things I wish that I could change
But time is not for me to rearrange
And thus I write, but not for pity's sake
It helps to dull this self-inflicted ache
Of knowing how different it could have been
If I was more a man way back when.
Are You Reading Me?
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