Non-Erotic PoetrySuicide NoteI greet the morning with a handful of Diazepam;
you know,
to kick me in to feeling fine.
I wrap up Jo La Roint I,
I chase her down with a glass of wine.
It's no wonder,
I'm next in line.
Fuck you!
And the whore you rode in on.
My madness has been a better friend.
Never...
has she left me,
so alone.
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