Come, commiserate! with me
And I can give you sympathy
For not a penny nor a dime
But just a moment of your time
Just every bit of privacy you ever thought you had.
Come, be pitiful! with me
Then all our insecurities
Will be laid bare, and we will share
The reasons why we do not care
Because we are just heartless husks, more meaningless than sad.
Come, soliloquize! with me
And then the empty room can see
Our tired tales of souls unsung
That die like flies once off our tongues
Until we come to realize without them we go mad.
Come, dissociate! with me
We victims of sobriety
Who clutch our lies against our chests
And wear them out like storied vests
And hope we may avoid our fate by staying armor-clad.
Come, be sentient! with me
So cursed with sensibility
We’re forced to contemplate our lives
And throw our doubts at friends like knives
Although we know the misery that every thought will add.
Come, recuperate! with me
Our parody of therapy
Is proven to reduce your stress
It probably will clean your mess
And definitely, guaranteed, will only hurt a tad.