By Stinky
Our brain , who art in depression,
Followed by heavy headaches,
Migraines and even delirium caused,
Let your will then be done,
Even when at home, it’s as at work.
Give us this day, our daily nagging.
And remind us our misdemeanors,
Laugh at as we toil on despite,
Then come crusade against us.
Shame us and be vengeful always.
And lead us not into suicide,
but deliver us from our misery.
Before we drown into this world,
An instant and gluttony abyss.
Aching and displeasing we psychos.
For thine is the knowledge,
and the love , and the story,
Of male suffering in silence then,
For fear of retribution and masculinity.
Of how again and again we fail, Us men.
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