Have the Drunk

festering depression swells my head
to the point of throbbing misery
while little white tablets of reprieve
seem to offer none

I feel like having a drink
you know what I mean
why not have the drunk
if you’ve already got the hangover

but instead I take a sleeping pill
though they never work for me
and let myself drift off
though it’s never to the land of nod

wishing it were a path to enlightenment
I pretend to meditate
trying hardest to fool myself
mostly due to the lack of others to fool

eventually I just roll over
disappointed at the absence of Nirvana
waiting to fall half asleep
and roll around that way till morning

at which point I’ll wake up
glad to find my headache gone
but disappointed to find
a crick in my neck replaced it.

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