This is post-living. There’s been vivaciouside.
My soul has just curled up and died.
It’s like the bent-legged crane fly corpse
Inside my lamp, whose life was fraught
But now just casts its shadow legs
Across my walls. This world is dead.
“Cheer up, you morbid so and so,”
They tell me. “It might never happen.”
It happened to me long ago
And, dear god, was it a crap ’un!
So take your cheerful, well-meant words
And stick them up your happy spout.
Then let me wallow in my gloom.
Please shut the lid on your way out.

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