Misery and his co-conspirators rub their hands in glee
A quick shoulder peep and a public whisper
Enough to draw suspicion from me.
Huddled sneers tip toe after good fortune.
Oblivious Collusion taps on my shoulder
Well-meaning and well mean, he offers outdated fantasy in lieu of well wishes
My demons need no assistance, thank you very much!
Just when I thought Murphy had lost his gangrenous touch.
So easily catching and contagious, this disease of the imagination
Disguised as faith it proposes to be canonised
The muddled herd only needs a moment of ear time.
One word is a word too many.
I will not be written by another's fancy or things-to-do
There is simply not enough time for it
Not to deny the dents and obvious imperfections.
Do not tolerate the additional weight of another's broken perception.
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