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Bipolar Knave

tell it like it is, sweet babe, have a brother bipolar knave, disowned me last time we met, bipolar cant get off his chest... awful thing hey, coming off the zoloff quick, he was going to murder us just a bit.... bloody bipolar hey...Don Johnson

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Nette Onclaud

Date: 9/12/2011 2:19:00 AM

strong musings here, don... whether fictional or not, a writhing, impactful piece. :) huggs, nette

Don Johnson
Date: 9/12/2011 3:44:00 AM

sadly true, an awful thing, that happens to us dinga-lings, bad temper nasty passion brings, and peter belts the piper...

John Smith

Date: 9/12/2011 12:36:00 AM

You write so well of it. A family can be torn by it. I wish you well.

Don Johnson
Date: 9/12/2011 1:33:00 AM

too many people in the family have it, another little part of hell, sad business hey...

Nancy Jones

Date: 9/11/2011 9:52:00 PM

them drugs can help... good people help, too... is a freakin' riot, this lifeski... write on, don johnson... please. ~n

Don Johnson
Date: 9/12/2011 1:35:00 AM

Dunno, Nancy, psychiatrist too dear, pills are queer, if we arent complicated enough here:)

Russell Sivey

Date: 9/11/2011 9:51:00 PM

What a clever poem there mate! Great work of art...I love the bipolar bit! Awesomeness overruled by magnificence!!

Caryl Ramsdale

Date: 9/11/2011 9:50:00 PM

Pretty insightful my friend. Thanks for stopping by to comment. CR

Marilyn Hernandez

Date: 9/11/2011 9:13:00 PM

Hahahaha! Thanks for lightening the mood with this one (and for the comment too).

Don Johnson
Date: 9/11/2011 9:19:00 PM

lot of it about babe, 2 of my daughters have it, one is schitso too....guess its always been with us ...part of the suffering in this hell world we live in:(