Depression and Anxiety Walk Into A Bar

Depression and Anxiety walk into a bar.
The Bartender gives a classic greeting,
Drying out a freshly washed glass:
“Good evenin’, folks! What can I getcha?”

Anxiety looks around, wild-eyed,
The scalding fire of a crowd consuming the pub.
Knuckles turn white clawing at bar stools, and
Anxiety sprints, shrieking, into an occupied restroom.

Depression looks up with a wry smirk and says,
“Bleach.”

(Revision #1 – 9/22/2017)

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One Response to Depression and Anxiety Walk Into A Bar

  1. Austin says:

    Aimeeee.. you’re amazing this is perfect

    Like

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