Impeached Fruit Cake on the Shoulder of Route 86

Repetition has continued
causing my condition.
Things get disheartening.
So bad, I wanna sing.

Bad morning.
Bad date.
Bad feeling.
Bad mate.

All connections
need to be severed.
New opportunities
must be discovered.

We're on a new island.
I'm in my new state.
This isn't working,
unable to elate.

Cry till I dry.
In the sun till I fry.
Get high for a sigh.
Dry till I die.



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