Sunday, May 8, 2011

And That's All We Have Time for Today

Flop onto the couch
And tell me your problems.

Don't be shy, I've heard it all.
Grotesque fantasies,
Horrifying memories,
The heavy weight of guilt,
Crushing pain of hatred,
Blank numbness of ennui.

I've heard it all.

And you may think you're special
With your abnormalities
But I am here to tell you

You're as normal
As everyone I see
In one-hour increments
Five days a week.

1 comment:

  1. Lac, this should be published in anthologies.

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