wanna bleat
like a sheep
and fall in a heap
forget who you are
and pretend while you weep
tears that are dry
cos you can’t even cry
cos your brain has been altered by SSRI
so consider the rhyme
consider the season
consider the reason you’re reading this wisdom
this wisdom? or is it
something else instead
is it memories of people
who’re already dead
and recounted by fingers
that can sense the unsaid
Michael Scott Hand 