By the guppy
Date: 24 November 2000
antipensive
i ache as you throw fate on already burdened shoulders
don't you fucking dare ask me anything about what is meant to be
i could provide simple answers
and simple reasons
and leave you smiling with occum's razor's burns
i could recommend a remedy
aloe with fourteen chasers of vodka
daily
for the rest of your remedy-seeking life
for when it all catches up with you
it's in plain view
that you're seeking
a little bit more than a peep show
but you can't turn your eyes
from the prospect of easy
you'd rather paste a smile
than forge a frown
i lack answers
so stop asking
i'd hate to let you down
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