D reamer
A thinker
N ever a stinker
I ntensly ironic
E ven sardonic
L oves sick humor
L aughed at her tumor
E loquently silent, completely non-violent.
Three days off and all I did was sleep, deep in my covers, no thought of others,
tried to stay awake to watch the Cowboys game, fell asleep, all the same,
don't know how I can sleep so much, so out of touch, watching reruns on TV,
almost blindly, I confess I feel depressed, can't find any joy, just feel annoyed,
don't even care enough to feel any guilt, buried in my quilts, up to my chin, lazy
as sin, worried about my husband, he's not feeling well, allergies from Hell, he quit
smoking and now he feels WORSE, sick humor be cursed, I find that amusing since
I'm still abusing the evil cancer sticks, they tell me they'll kill me but I want to know
when, suspend your disbelief, old age is a thief, it's all downhill from here, why shed
a tear, might never be able to stop, like a broken dam, flooding the land, lifeboats
unmanned, uncontrollable, inconsolable, my God it hurts to think,
crap, my pen's out of ink.
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