From the depths of despair
Gravity is tugging at me,
It’s shredding my heart
A G-force so heavy.
Spinning about aimlessly
Round the girth of my waist,
Mind-numbing slowly
Vodka Cranberry to taste.
Sleepless long nights
Spawn irrational thoughts
Financial burdens
Take the form of a Cross.
Scripts from the Pharm
Don't yet quell my fear.
A Green herbal smoke
To lessen pains Hell,
Now, to Conjure the cure
Say a Grounding Spell.
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