I ask
“What’s your sign?”
By which I mean....
“What’s your diagnosis?”
What can the stars tell us?
Probably nothing.
Maybe psychiatry can do no better.
Still we need some sign,
A light to steer by
Through the storm
And wreckage of life
If we are ever to come to
That safe harbor.
So few of us can legitimately
Claim sanity, balance, peace
And most of those who can
Are probably still married.
"And me?
Why I 'm a gemini,
Mildly narcissistic
With anger management issues.
Can I buy you a drink?"
A contest entry
- "Let's be honest with each other before we start pretending" by JinSays.
706 points, ended May 10, 20 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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LOL
too funny.
Reminds me of this song I used to love called got you where I want you
. Wonderful sense of humor of human folly. Oh why couldnt going to a singles bar involve this, and nothing else?
Thank you, love jin -
Very enjoyable!
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Haha... Oh god- these days though, that second list would be long. So many things are diagnosed, so many dispositions explained away by a disorder.
This piece made me grin. A touch of self-deprecating humor(To an extend) great job and good luck in the contest ^^
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