Depression is an overused word It might make an easy rhyme For poets who labor under the impression That they can climb to the heights of expression By showing no discretion with each and every Narcissistic emotional self-obsession confession.
But of all the poetic depression transgressions From the front of the procession To the straggling indiscretion The worst and least touched on Is that it's boring...
Depression and talk of it Leads to the inevitable compression Of each and every tidbit Or texture that prevents a poem from becoming a lecture
It flattens the curve It scans the sculpture A man of depth dwindles to a nerve
But depression doesn't let them see how it narrows their view The circle it drew around appropriate questions Ignore the censor and suppression Be vigilant of the slightest dispossession Starting to understand this oppression?
Don't let it convince you that you can see more clearly From the bottom of a pit You have no idea what you're missing
This became more of a psa than I intended. Written with the utmost compassion. Avoid boring people - james watson