Therapeutic healing, this poem just dropped.
I'm old so unlike my weird pics, uncropped.
My words indeed rusty, like the hood of a Ford.
I'm just riffing cause it's late, and I'm bored.
No admiration expected, as I satirically.
Type, play with words acrobatically.
Once upon apps not stage, by pen name known.
A comedic drunkard, still tack sharp best left alone.
Sobriety quite sobering to relapse led.
No Joke, damn lucky, my tail ain't dead.
Now powdered fiber, heartburn pill, and just overcounter sleep aid.
I stand tall, with a crutch my amends made.
Hope you each sleep in peace, my heart bare but not stone.
I'm off to bed, so good night, and to each their own
©arcannus
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