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The pot simmers
and the ingredients steep.

It is hard to tell
when it will boil over…
but we all know it will.

We try to keep the heat down,
lifting the lid to stir more in.

Half a pain pill in the morning,
then a heart pill and some folic acid,
a little pearl pill for appetite.

Simmer and stir,
add one more pain pill to sleep.

You have to keep
the fluids moving in the pot…
they can’t stir themselves.

It seems futile, no matter
what I add the soup gets thinner.

It is hard to tell
when it will boil over…
but we all know it will.


11/30/01






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On Sunday March 16th, 2008, the-rapist (338) writes:
really hard to read right now, the last part says it all.


On Sunday March 16th, 2008, Reefer_rave (229) writes:
amen... the futility of it all


On Monday July 19th, 2004, blackdarkness (311) writes:
so true...


On Thursday April 1st, 2004, sulkylime (258) writes:
i think this was a wonderful observation.. from what i got out of this, this can go for many things.. we all know it will, still we rely on something as hopeless as hope, or maybe that's just me --


On Monday June 23rd, 2003, Stranger (281) writes:
"no matter what I add the soup gets thinner" - Perfection.


On Wednesday March 12th, 2003, An Expired Member (14) writes:
I'll help you stire this tasty stew your brewing. Excellent poem


On Thursday March 6th, 2003, Jonas (867) writes:
i lie in an antiseptic bed of my own making feeding myself the psychotropic substance that bear forgetfullness... the mind can only forget so much for so long. excellence.


On Thursday February 20th, 2003, liquid_emotion (417) writes:
Hah! Stick your head the microwave, talk on your cell phone, and smoke a fag. It will all be over in the morning!


On Thursday March 6th, 2003, Jonas (867) writes:
hmmmm... smoke a fag huh? this could be a few things... a cigarette, a good time, or a hate crime ;-)



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