spilled ink

spilled ink
words to make you think
words to drink
words to talk you back from the brink
words written to your shrink
it’s okay
i too am out of sync
struggling with the the link
between my kink
and those who chose to hoodwink
clearly i need to rethink
cause life is over in a blink
and i’ve got no more time for their stink

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This poem is from the book Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul