“Thanks for the bliss,
send more agony!”
the merry one cried
stumbling into place
along side the junkies
looking for their muse.
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Vanilla Cream Soda!
face
I don’t want to cry in public
I’ve done it too much
He’ll say to the face
And scurry for the door.
Fine Edge
By the slimmest of margins this is either a disaster or it’s antonym, that thing I have no word for.
Even the Poem is Transitory
You have to exit poemspace sometimes.
If you wanna do anything else.