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Poetry Prompt № 2: A Sunny Day
“They don’t last long here.”
Jul 24, 2022
Can a Sunny Day EVER
eek through
The Storm inside My Head?
Patches of sun
amidst the constant rain
are so fleeting.
The Pills
don’t make the day Sunny.
They don’t even stop The Rain.
All they do
is act like a weak
& pathetically-made raincoat
made in some
Chinese or Indian sweatshop.
Chinese or Indian sweatshop psychiatry.
‘Little boy: did you meet your
daily Prozac quota?
Yes? Good! Here’s a shiny new nickel.’
‘Don’t drop it in the gutter now! It’s full of rain. Monsoon seasons are
getting more frequent in here!”
