Writing for the sufferer
Weights for the social loser
Mountains to climb for the madman
Music for the emotionally sensitive
Netflix, wives, and husbands for the soul robbed workers
Alcohol for the man that has nothing
Nothing for the recluse who wants nothing
Whatever consoles is based out of who you are
To whom suffers and sees all the winding roads laid in front of him, needs consoled through understanding and accepting.
The power of the sufferer
To whom was rejected by people, needs consoled through re-shaping their identity.
A healthy egotism
The power of the social loser
To whom the plains of the Midwest weren’t enough, needs consoled through the mountains.
The power of the madman
To whom the world was bland and unmysterious, needs consoled through the enigma of music.
The power of the emotionally sensitive
To whom soul was robbed, needs consoled through a personal life insulated from work.
And if marriage isn’t possible, alcohol is the great consoler
The power of the soul-robbed-workers
To whom wants nothing, needs consoled by a hermetic life in the woods
The power of the man who wants nothing
All these winding paths laid in front of me
Now which do I choose
If I must choose, it has already been chosen
To whom am I but a sufferer
This is my seemingly frivolous power
The cries of a sufferer