Teddy talked me out of killing myself tonight, and he liked this poem, which helped him win the debate of "to be or not to be" in the case of me. Since he liked this poem so much, and since it sort of saved my life, here it is in color with a purple dancing monkey.

I Suppose That is Enough for Me

Depression

People are so kind to me and say
That I am a good poet today
And that is all I wanted to be
The kind of person they like to see
Yet I am fearful and unhappy

Secession

At least I am no longer lonely
Having embraced the celibacy
Which seems natural and the only
Intelligent solution for me
To the problem of relationships

Digression

I understand Bush is yelling at
His underlings and imagine that
He is beginning to realize
He looks a fool in our children's eyes
At least our children look up to me

Progression

I face the wind my hands on my hips
Transcending by sheer philosophy
The buffetings of uncertainty
Another day and another blast
Another piece of the future past

Concession

I suppose that is enough for me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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