Misery
Misery loves company it is said
And company certainly rejoices...
To learn bits of others’ miseries
It’s comfortable, it’s fun, and neutralizes
The balance, in favor of one
Misery loves company
Like a junkie loves his high
Even if dwelling in the misery
Just to get his high on…
This makes yet another day bearable
Misery loves company
Like when she goes back to him
For a sweet kiss…and a cut on the lip
Sexual play turns perverse
Verbal abuse is the daily bread
Misery loves company for it’s
Familiar, makes one feel superior
Also benevolent and sympathetic
As it tames the green monster
To diminish our internal anguish
Misery loves company for it’s
An ocassional friend. Easier to entertain
Than to gamble once again
And know there is pain to be gained
Misery of the spirit is all the rage
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