ME

by Tim

It isn't that I'm bored
Or even not interested
I care
Not a jot (at the moment)
For any small accolade
Made
Against our adversity
That are really just extensions
of our lucid perversity

Like to divide the wheat
From the flax
And finding ART
Whilst on our backs
And laughing
Laughing so loud
At all the people
One face (ours) amongst the crowd
That shouts
And screams and then brims and teems
With life less - so
But potentially - so
And on and on and on and on.  And
NO
I will not stand for that.
So stop all you people
(friends et al)
And leave me alone
And let me...

I just need time to think
And to drink
To make my mind all blurry
To forget the details
As my words get slurry
And to forget the names of my foes
And to solve the games of my woes
To feel the need
Outside of the weed
To climb inside the lows

And to get (if that's what it takes)
Thoroughly depressed
To find in myself
What I have left.

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