Self...Exploratory and/or Explanatory

This is just another way that it grew.

I received some surprising, yet not so, surprising news.

The Psychiatric Society,

sent to me,

a prescription, if you will,

to finally kill,

ONLY the pain inside of me.

A $20,000 money gram!

DAMN!

To be used, they hope,

to help,

find myself;

at a place they called a quiet retreat?

Is this what’s really meant for me?

No. Too slow.

Half of this money,

was from the Poetic Society!

I’m now on a mountain,in a tree-top cabin…

And I am havin’,

too much fun!

And I’m still not done!

Because, I’m finding myself, deep in the woods.

Doing way better than good!

Realization is rough,

Self-analyzation is too much!

Everything is in and of itself.

For me, as well as, everyone else.

PPS YES!

It seems that this,

is because of that ship,

full of poets and shrinks!

And, I may have had too much to smoke or drink!

What do you suppose you think?

Like the pieces of a puzzle, it fits!

I predict, myself, to be the next great internet hit!