Thank god I didn't
Have to celebrate
Thank goodness I don't
Have to be recalibrated
Good luck my liver doesn't
Need to be sanitized
Thank the Lord and Lady
My sanity's uncompromised
Lucky to be alive I am
And somewhat compos mentis
Lucky to breathe and still be moving
With a minimum of necessity
Solitude seems to be
Most of whatever I should need
Though I don't begrudge the rest
Sex and booze and wealth aplenty
The illusory feast on which I fed
In that vast cavalcade of feet
Of unselfconscious walking dead.
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