Don Johnson Poet Ballade

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 September 12, 2011 at 2:19 AM strong musings here, don... whether fictional or not, a writhing, impactful piece. :) huggs, nette Don Johnson September 12, 2011 at 3:44 AM sadly true, an awful thing, that happens to us dinga-lings, bad temper nasty passion brings, and peter belts the piper...

John Smith September 12, 2011 at 12:36 AM You write so well of it. A family can be torn by it. I wish you well. Don Johnson September 12, 2011 at 1:33 AM too many people in the family have it, another little part of hell, sad business hey...

Nancy Jones September 11, 2011 at 9:52 PM them drugs can help... good people help, too... is a freakin' riot, this lifeski... write on, don johnson... please. ~n Don Johnson September 12, 2011 at 1:35 AM Dunno, Nancy, psychiatrist too dear, pills are queer, if we arent complicated enough here:)

Russell Sivey September 11, 2011 at 9:51 PM What a clever poem there mate! Great work of art...I love the bipolar bit! Awesomeness overruled by magnificence!!

Caryl Ramsdale September 11, 2011 at 9:50 PM Pretty insightful my friend. Thanks for stopping by to comment. CR

Marilyn Hernandez September 11, 2011 at 9:13 PM Hahahaha! Thanks for lightening the mood with this one (and for the comment too). Don Johnson September 11, 2011 at 9:19 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:(