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Saving Myself with Poetry
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Self Poetry Sitting outside with my kitties to get fresh air;
Is wonderful, because my man and I don't care;
If inside the aparment we smoke cigarettes;
It doesn't seem to give us many frets;
My man and I smoke in a chain;
Even thoughit ends up causing us much pain.
Because we are very psychologically ill;
But, for that, I take two little pills.
I wish I could take pills to control my habit;
So that I wouldn't inhale as quickly as a rabbit.
But, alas, pills are too expensive;
The prices for them are very offensive.
I'm afraid I will always smoke;
And, I'm afraid that I will always choke.
But, at least I'll behappy while I'm alive;
And withpoetry and art, I will thrive.
At least, I've solved my severe depression;
With so much persistent aggression.
And doing it is fun in the day and night;
For, all I have to do is write and write.
It's wild that I can be my own savior;
For much of my bad behavior.
A very Merry Christmas to me;
Because, I've saved my soul with poetry!
