The Language Of Disassociation Poem by Peter Vealey

It`s couched differently,
Persuasively dangerous
And edgy and over there.
The language and land of
Disassociation.
In its miserable load.
Manipulated, sanitized, patronized
Here and there,
The old mask
Slips out amongst those chip paper journalists
Toilet humour.
They were only being ‘honest' about it!
It's managed differently.
Persuasively worrying,
Corrections by the
Cover load.
Still nothing
Can heal this beggar's load.
Do you know who he/and she is?
She/he is every one of you and me
That struggled
To live more than one
Minute more,
All too recently,
with their uncontrolled suicidal thought.