Too lonely to be happy
Too drunk to care
Too self-absorbed to be worried
Too apathetic to even care
Too tired to be bothered
Too cynical to believe
Too narrow to take a side
Too one-eyed to clearly see
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Excuse me if I'm in front, Or behind on a poem each day, Sometimes the real world intrudes, And that's all I have to say.
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- Enjoying life one day at a time, for it far too short to be cynical or unhappy.
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