Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet: Keep Your Cures Sad Poetry.

Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Monday 11/28/2005 11:32:00 PM

Is being an alcoholic a totally bad thing? I think not. I can manage.

Maybe some prozac would be a more efficient cure. That's likely. But I don't want it.

What if Silvia Plath had been medicated? No Bell Jar then. Or Lord Byron. Emily Dickenson and the others.

I'd rather be miserable and be able to write.

I know I'll never be amongst them. The great writers. The great poets. At least not until I've killed myself. Perhaps then. But still doubtful.

But something about antidepressants just doesn't ring true. Maybe. Maybe, just maybe, if you're a depressed sort of person that's what you ought to be. I mean, if everyone was happy, happiness would lose all its cache.

Truth be told, I'm not really depressed. Just don't think life is so special. It's just life afterall. Anyone can make it.

It happens all the time.

Big deal. So what? Next topic.

If life was so wonderful for most people alcohol wouldn't never been invented.

You can keep your cures. I don't need them. And when i do want one I've plenty of my own.

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