When I'm unhappy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is about how one can feel better when down by thinking of something funny. Some of this comes from personal experiences, but it's not all meant to be taken seriously, nor is it meant to be comedic, though it has some humor as well.

Submitted: April 28, 2014

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Submitted: April 28, 2014



Sometimes, when I'm unhappy I think of something funny, like the faces we make, while master-baking. I'm sorry. I must be hungry, I meant masturbating...

There's that returning rumble, feels like it's been days. So I made a condiment sandwich, of mustard, and mayonnaise.

It's not bad and not exactly good, but will suffice when I'm in a low and feeling poor. So consider the sustenance a metaphor, as my soul is starving for elevation.

And what are the meds for? It's happiness in a pill, a band aid for broken wings, but the yearning for alleviation still lingers.

I don't want prescribed smiles, mind numbing medication, it's just another way to hush those with a disability, pushing them away, instead of showing a way to empower their stability.

Sometimes when I'm unhappy, I seek peace within and find it in the wrinkles of my skin, when a smile is brought forth from a funny thought, like the contorted faces we're forming while copulating.

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