Good Riddance

My pen is my therapist and my words my pills
Helping me stand tall when feeling mentally ill
Dr. Pen told me to write two poems and call her every morning
Mr. Pill began to rebuild my strength during my time of mourning

Now they congregate daily inside of my mental temple
Faithful parishioners who would not allow me to cripple
Their tithes and offerings financed my emotional reconstruction
Allowing me to purchase a new roof and reinforce the foundation

Deacon Long, Sister Island and Mr. Tea aren't at service as much anymore
They make their appearances on special occasions but not the same as before
Pastor Depression and Brother Bitterness were told that they had to leave
They were some shady characters doing things that you wouldn't believe

I caught them having a threesome with Deaconess Jaded after hours one night
So I had to banish them from the church by telling them to kick rocks and take flight
Rebuked and commanded them to never step foot on my sacred grounds ever again
Now I hear that they are trying to establish their own church with my former friend
Good riddance!
Written by da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
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