I have a headache.
I could take a pill
But I'd feel better then.
If I've been bad,
I should feel bad
Not dodge that bullet.
If I cut
Do I not bleed?
Should I not bleed?
Not punished
By my pain
But in charge of it.
I learn
To avoid
That which causes pain.
The pill
Teaches nothing
But how to cheat myself.
I sit then
With myself
And I endure with a smile.
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Robert C Day 
A unique idea Robert
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Unique. Yeah, that’s about the size of it. ‘Peculiar’ is another word, as is ‘niche’.
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Haha – lovely. 🙂
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😍
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Never knew a poem could be carved out from a headache! Well done, Robert. Hope the headache has withered now…
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It has, D – it has withered on the vine. Gone from plump grape to wrinkled raison. 😀
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