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Psychologic

Are you a psycho or are you sane?

Just being sane, is so inane,

boring and dull, to say the least,

nothing to tame, no evil beast.

Codependency is really nice,

helping your partner in his or her vice,

follow the rules chapter and verse,

dual condition gets worse and worse.

Do you have a stigma that won't go away?

Stigmatized royally every single day.

You carry your stigma on your sleeve,

getting everyone's thumbs-up to believe.

Having an attention disorder is so fine,

scrubbing your manuscript clean every time.

But you never seem to get it clean enough,

rearranging words never seemed so tough.

Depression begets recession in all you do,

brings you down, so you write like it, too.

the doldrums never seem to go away,

write them off, then shuffle off one day.

Agoura phobia holds your fear so tight,

you can't leave the house day or night.

Confined to your own little safe room, 

write your heart out, with no face on Zoom.

If you take the socio-path to false fame,

lie like a rug, claim others to blame,

until you are finally discovered, found out,

house of cards falls, but still don't doubt.

It's nice to be bi or tri-poler in thought,

switch manic, depressive whenever ought.

Write like a maniac, and then, chill out,

complain in writing you had another bout.

To be a schizo, is nicest of all,

going off like a bomb before you fall.

Never know what you are going to do.

Write about it and you can be famous, too.

Maybe a serial killer or an assassin at heart,

pilfering or scamming, just doing your part.

Insanity keeps us all wondering what's next,

writing breaking news about the next vex.

Copyright 2024 © Ronald W. Hull

8/8/24

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