Gloriously Unleashed [r] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

My feelings of impending doom have been vindicated;
my ever-present depression just awaiting a chance to
be unshackled to aggravate situations, has gloriously
been unleashed; it's terribly upsetting when there's no
intellectual challenge as it gives rise to feelings of the
most overpowering existentialism

My bare existence on earth becomes frightening and
meaningless when there's no difficulty forcing me to
climb mountains and brave all those dragons - I feel
wasted as a depressed human being if there's nothing
to prove my fears correct, why waste my magnificent
powers of self-doubt and childhood assumptions of

Idiocy on comfort - now I have a Portuguese Permit to
relay into English, it's in small font, strange terms - so,
cheerfully depressed I again plunge into the abyss of
my ignorance, happy to be horror-stricken by my fate
as I sink into the darkest dungeon of my deep despair,
shouldering the responsibility

Of being the world's biggest loser in the intelligence
stakes of the intellect, NOW I can breathe again, all
I feared is coming true - thus my life will be justified:
by being the village idiot and laughing clown hiding
my tears, I make sure my life has meaning & I am
right, even if it kills me…