Bipolar Bear
Bipolar bear drifting upon the omega iceberg.
Surrounded by a sea of salty self-pity.
Old blood on your teeth.
Nothing left to lean upon.
Nothing left to eat.
On the shore, the pharmacist juggles pills of false hope.
The tooth walkers laughing at the folly.
The warming camouflage is dying.
All weaknesses have been exposed.
A pod of orcas periscoping for an opening.
Bashing edges of the ice bear's shrinking ledge.
Soon the inevitable kerplunk of depression...
Bipolar bear will soon be dead.
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