DoubleU1 Jun 2005

As a pro-depressive this poem will make you feel wonderfully pooped again.
If ever a poem enforces someone's 'inabilities, self-pity, hate, weakness'; it's this one. Were I a chronic depressive poet, I would, after reading this, commit suicide on the spot. Which would make you a i-killer.
This is the sort of poetry I call 'masturbatory'. I really hate this one.