Poem -

Oblivious To Reality

Oblivious To Reality

One major advantage
since receiving
social security
disability ah...dunno,

about a half hoof doe
zen plus (2 squared)
years {courtesy,
sans my (own)

lee wrecking ball,
essentially schizoid
personality disorder} -
(yea, mon a

far out, groovy,
and feel line good
diagnosis to call
me very own) - with

what ewe euell
might not bull
heave ramifications - from
(back before

prescription medication
sigh hood dell lick
days that used
tubby mine normal) -

with near fall
ling over edge into abyss -
sensation quite gall
lee maw free in the hall

of the mountain king - christ
more accurately housed
in stone temple
as paunchiest pilot

pulling major drug heist
battling o'er what appeared
tubby over priced
placebo heavily spiced

strictly intended for this
emotionally hide bound
his debilitating crip
pulling noggin - crowned

with blunt object triggering
anxiety/ panic attacks,
I could expound
til cows come

home to roost -
(real funny seeing bovines
getting off the ground)
out there along trailways,

corralled by severe
barking from one
bus size grey hound
one pet smart

pooch also doubles
up as pet therapy - renowned
far and wide to alleviate
illogical, neurological, and

physio logical symptoms wound
like a tight coil
helping abate
such profuse perspiration

dripping by the crate
full, which augments dehydration,
this vicious circle game,
I “GERALD” do HATE!

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