Depression Is A Woman In Blue Poem by James McLain

I recline my mind in clinical situations
they remind me of
the blues.
Orchestrated musical blues
she tries me to
play them.
I play a blue situational compression
couched in b dat is
beneath her sultry button.
Theseus feeling is repressed upset sigh inside regrets
a lullaby she sings to me with moving floors adored.
Knowing me is magic to hug me brings a blush depressed
or not my southern ways forget me not I rush a manic flav.
She works hard to free this on ion tossed into her fun alot.