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[sid] => 4885
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => A Nutter#s Lament
[time] => 2002-10-10 15:15:00
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => I’m a cutter I’m a cutter,
I can slice through flesh like butter, I can make my life signs flutter, Drop my heartbeat to the brink. I’m a popper, I’m a popper, I’m a pill and tablet dropper, I’m an on the carpet flopper, As from consciousness I sink. I’m a splatter I’m a splatter, Scrape me up onto a platter, From what height it doesn’t matter, As long as it’s done with grace. I’m a burned out schizoid loner, Like a dog without its owner, I’m a Tardive Dyskinesia groaner, With drool all down my face. I’m bi polar, I’m bi polar. I’m a fizzy, frothing cola, A manic super nova Beyond the stars and away. Then down to the floor with a smack, And plug me in the mains and stand back, While I convulse and contort on their rack, And dance the E.C.T. boogie all day. …And so I’ve pondered a lot of late, If any of the above will be my fate, I’ve even prayed I don’t go mad. Just silliness really, and somewhat sad, As if, somehow, I can earn the right, To keep my mind intact, and fight The devils inside that tease and taunt, The ghouls and ghosts that seduce and haunt A patient child whose one great vanity, Is to cling like a vine on the edge of insanity, [comments] => 1 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 13 [informant] => melis [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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