Pissing blood
Some people
Prefer to piss
With their eyes closed
Or with the lights out
Because after all
What they can’t see
Can’t hurt them
And though it’s often
said
That happiness
And sadness
Are ephemeral illusions
And are like two sides
Of the same coin
Or two parallel lines
Sandwiching the truth
They are mostly happy
Not knowing
And they try not to think
About the thief
That comes in the night
To grab the unsuspecting
As they go on living
With their heads
Buried
In the sand
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