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Slowly killing the memories of good times
he flounders in his misplaced wrath
ever conscious of himself, aware of no-one else
futile crashing into light - a deranged moth
scheming to destroy his once loved, wife
still together, though she left long ago
he pursues devious plans to make her suffer
transition held up, postponement, intimidation show
she is not human, going her own way
seeking that which he could never fulfill
daring life to show its face however it may
he wants her submissive, on Prozac, no will
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the only thing that makes me happy, weed, wine & wives, I don't need no chemicals to make chemistry!
killea: I bet you don't darling
stilletjes dringt het door dat realiteit en droom het verleden en de toekomst maakt tot de eigen wereld waarbij prozac soms de hoeksteen is om hetgeen wat is te kunnen vatten
killea: Many thanks, ivo
killea: thank you Noel
sterk gedicht inderdaad vooral die eerste strofe vind ik super.
p.s haha jan i see that you are into triple W
killea: many thanks ppe
I prefer xanax to prozac... :-)
Vind ook de eerste strofe de sterkste.
Enneuh weed en wine zijn ook chemicals, niet? Zeer fijne chemicials, daar niet van ;-)
killea: thank you Jack
maybe i need some prozac,
good poem killea,
killea: Thanks sweetheart
I hate Prozac, the real survivors can do without!
killea: Indeed we can! thanks Greta
its also sad, for the one who need it realy, to have a (normal????) live,or to survive,we cant, and may not blame them all.
killea: thank you, Ivan
Don't let the door hit you on your way out, I would say.
Just get even; give him VIAZAC; boner (for once) and the will or capability to do anything with it :o)
killea: Your advice has always been the best! thanks Dicky
I will die before I take Prozac. I've drugged myself too many times in my late teens to know it's not a very good idea to let chemicals control your emotions. Nature gives more energy than anything.
killea: Yes, I learned the hard way, but never again, ever