little boxes
enclose my life
little boxes
how do thee fare
and is life meaningful in which way?
little boxes
and little pens
how are you, where are you friends?
are they crafty
are they manufacturing
or are they simply breaking down boxes
with cutters and force
making other little boxes
with intercourse
open up a little and see what it's like
sharpen that intellect
chin up and find some spice in your life
but little boxes behold!
the elixir to never growing old
but alas never growing gets old
as foretold long ago
the sick and the weary
need not know
only comply
so little boxes
preserve me
as i am to die
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How the Mania Was Won
PoetryI have bipolar disorder and I do not fight the mania, however, I like to write it out. I would like to share how my brain works. You may not reconcile with my words and views but it is always better to let out then to cave in. So many people die...
