If only you were hot or cold. But you are neither hot nor cold. I am going to vomit you out of my mouth.
Revelation 3:16

You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
you need to sleep.

Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet.
Take up dancing to forget.

Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the day of the lawn party
when you came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the ice-cream smear,
and said to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the favorite child.

My darling, when it comes
right down to it
and the light fails and the fog rolls in
and you're trapped in your overturned body
under a blanket or burning car,

and the red flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside you head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are.

Margaret Atwood

Share my bed you sterilized lovers,
And feel free to nothing that would cause the artist to give up her aesthetic playthings for the disorderly toys of children.

Everything I do is ambiguous.

Munch

I never meant to stay
I suppose that's what they all say
It was my first time in a peepshow
So when the girl smiled at me
I said "Only looking" and she replied
"Thats how I got started here too."