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Where Melancholy Mingles
I suppose
there’s always good reason
to cry
sadness never has a tough time making friends
ominously,
this dark acquaintance often approaches
lending water for eyes
to cry
I suppose
there's never better time than now
to moan
grunting and moaning are long lost relatives
miserably,
feeding off each other
dragging stragglers along for the ride
to moan
I suppose
anxiety needs a moment in the sun
to worry
flipping, tossing, in a cerebral ceremony
fidgety
anxiously twitching
as everyone quickly moves
to worry
I suppose
there's no harm in a little dishonesty
to lie
while thieves join the party
deceptively
a terrible tandem
of dirty deeds and tendencies
to lie
I suppose
everyone has the ability
to struggle
with adversity, where melancholy mingles
blatantly
crying, grunting, and moaning
anxiety moves in permanently
to struggle
and I suppose,
there's a heavy dose of negativity
to digest
mixed with stress
continually
it may lead to one hell of a
nasty mess
to ingest
© 2011 ~JSLambert Esquire
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Jslambert Mister Roboto
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