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Depression

“This is the day that the Lord has made;
  let us rejoice and be glad in it.”
    ~ Psalms 118:24 (ESV)

It’s not my problem
But somebody else’s problem
That lamentation’s unacceptable
Not businesslike
Uncool
Till off-limits emotions at last overwhelm
Where somebody else’s societies
Have somebody else’s other problems
Where Stalin would’ve been silly enough
To exile these sitting ducks
As slothful lazy unpatriotic
Had any existed
When all the while they were cash cows
To go through
The same before expiring
What wonder then here
Those epitomizing patriotism
In quiet agony of unexpressed melancholy
Saving the nation
Fattening somebody else’s wallets
Those of the owners
Of the psychiatric wards
And of those
Who bring each
To internalized exile
Converted to the living dead
By somebody else’s irresistible
Pricey lovely jolly candy-like pills
The depressing gateway into the narrowing circle
From diagnosis to side-effects and back
Around and around
To the oblivious calm at the center
That’ll be no one’s problem

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