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Feb 2018
I
Of course you're right in saying that I'm sick:
No healthy person wants to **** himself....
But those psychiatrists' pills
'd **** me just as surely as this gun:
They'd **** the me that feels.

   II
You ask how I'm doing....  I fear, not well....
By all objective measures I should be content,
but the heart mocks objectivity.

I cling to life by the thinnest of threads:
My art is the thread by which I cling....
Written some years ago.   Hear Lucius/Jerry read the poem:  humanist-art.org/old-site/audio/SoF_081_sickness.MP3 .
Lucius Furius
Written by
Lucius Furius  67/M/Evanston, IL
(67/M/Evanston, IL)   
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