Mania
I love the world
The sky so blue above my head
The colors of the splendrous dawn
To live is fun
I’m happy as a man could be
Depression
The world is dead
My life’s a mess, I can’t go on
I want to die
I think I’ll go and get a gun
To take my life away from me
Splice of the Manic-Depressive
I love the world
The world is dead
The sky so blue above my head
My life’s a mess, I can’t go on
The colors of the splendrous dawn
I want to die
To live is fun
I think I’ll go and get a gun
I’m happy as a man can be
To take my life away from me
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
Mania
I love the world
The sky so blue above my head
The colors of the splendrous dawn
To live is fun
I’m happy as a man could be
Depression
The world is dead
My life’s a mess, I can’t go on
I want to die
I think I’ll go and get a gun
To take my life away from me
Splice of the Manic-Depressive
I love the world
The world is dead
The sky so blue above my head
My life’s a mess, I can’t go on
The colors of the splendrous dawn
I want to die
To live is fun
I think I’ll go and get a gun
I’m happy as a man can be
To take my life away from me
I hope this doesn't offend anyone -- I'm not trying to belittle bipolar disorder. (My readership is so small, I'm likely safe.) This is simply a word-play poem that I wrote decades ago. I'm going to start posting select older poems, most of which are somewhat crude and irreverent.
