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I was just being silly in art class

Me a comedian at age 11

But then on the lawn outside

The kid I thought was my friend

Told me he wanted to fight me

Because he hated me for being a fool

So we grappled shoulders, wrestled

Rolled on the ground

It wasn't much of a fight

But I was still sad that he hated me

 

Years later I heard he became a doctor

A psychiatrist perhaps

And if he meets a bipolar in a manic state

He says, "Do you wanna fight me?"

So they grapple shoulders, wrestle

Roll on the ground

Maybe one of them,

Maybe both of them

Feel better afterwards

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Published
Jun 8, 2012
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