The Human Condition - Poem by James McLain
The human condition is at it's peak
Bound up in sadness this mirror that
Won't go away.
Wearing a green tennis shoe the other
Surviving on meat a carcass that's dead.
Overwhelmed by mental illness a voice in
Medication shock treatment a living that's
Plotting and screaming being overwhelmed
Life that is meaningless it has all been said.
Religion that is different loosing one's
The human condition being different afraid.
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