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Quincey Dec 2018
New disciples
You’re always welcome
Erase emotion
Like you never felt them

All religions and creeds
Any shade of skin
Wether you’re six hundred pounds
Or tiny, frail and thin

Everyone’s friend
The equal opportunity affliction
Accepting all candidates
Misdemeanor or felony conviction

Open arms to the loser
Open arms to joe cool
Elite intelligence
Gets played as the fool

Will never care
In what city you were born
It kills your friend
Then helps you mourn

A rapid false end
To your problems and pain
You’ll succumb to the heat
Of its eternal flame

Urban or rural
You cannot hide
Farmer, lawyer, cop
Stripped of your pride

Heartily feeding on the lonely
And misdirected
Sullenly sneaking up
When you least expect it

On call 24 hours
Covering every time zone
Intact families beware
It’s breaking homes

Turning peaceful families
To civil war
Even the ****
Will become the *****

Writing checks
Your dignity can’t cash
Incoherent kids
Selling their ***

A facade of fake friends
It becomes sublime
Your family, your kids
Fade to second line

Lifelong companions
Become total strangers
The loss of perception
Enhances life’s dangers

A devil perched
On either shoulder
Your angels crushed
By his fiery boulder

A baffling, cunning
Insidious disease
I battled the beast
From my begging knees

Yes, I too suffer
So help me please
Someone, something
Help keep me strong

— The End —