if I could just shut my eyes tight
escape the world for a while I might
me and my divorced reality
enhanced by enfeebled diminished mortality
must come to terms with this news
having played my cards I accept and lose
surrender asunder to all those events
over whom i have no power to peruse
take a gun and shoot me in the head
watch me twitch until I am dead
perhaps that would gladden those estranged
historical affection now much deranged
melancholy I must reminiscence I will
to sleep perchance one more pop a pill
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