Never thought I could “write” poetry.
Too much of a hassle.
But this online **** works for me.
I can fantasize…
About anything.
I can relive,
Anything.
Hell, other than sitting, thinking and feeling.
Anything goes…
I can whine, as much as I want.
All the while, anonymously.
I notice after I ‘write” one…
I’m in a better mood.
Not right away, always.
But better.
Never, ever, ever, ever cured.
But satiated…