National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Wednesday, 2 December 2020

Serotonin chum


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My dearest Serotonin
My happy little pill
I see you on the counter
You help me with mind ills

I'm counting those old seconds
for Ten or half-past nine
To take you with some water
You'll help me feel quite fine

I'm a Serotonin junky
It's not my fault I know
I take them as I need them
When I'm feeling low

They help me with my sleeping
Keep terrors from my bed
Without my Serotonin
I think I would be dead. 




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