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A Manic-Depressive Sonnet
This squalid, dank atmosphere poisons me
Its carcinogens are unlike tar smoke
More, the ignorance portray'ed by thee
Familiar in that it makes me choke
Its a social cancer that I abhor
The vernacular is ethereal
But you articulate like a wild boar
No emotion, antibacterial
My bitter lexicon, superior
I may be psychopathological
But my judgement isn't inferior
Your acquaintance would be illogical
You will find that I am this entity
Self dissociative identity
Its carcinogens are unlike tar smoke
More, the ignorance portray'ed by thee
Familiar in that it makes me choke
Its a social cancer that I abhor
The vernacular is ethereal
But you articulate like a wild boar
No emotion, antibacterial
My bitter lexicon, superior
I may be psychopathological
But my judgement isn't inferior
Your acquaintance would be illogical
You will find that I am this entity
Self dissociative identity
Published 27th Oct 2013
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27th Oct 2013 8:48am
27th Oct 2013 1:45pm
Anonymous
27th Oct 2013 8:19pm
I really appreciate people that can articulate as well as you. The English language is amazing and you use it to its full potential here. The second stanza is by far my favourite thing I have read today. A race through the split mind. Thoroughly enjoyed.
27th Oct 2013 9:18pm
Thank you. That means a lot to me. I'm a quiet person, and I'm often unable to really articulate in a way that I like. I was trying to portray the difference between my writing voice and my actual voice.
