include: laughter, tipsy, relative, count, down, resolutions, broken, daylight
Most of my firm resolutions never come to pass.
You see, when I seem strong, I’m fragile as a crystal glass.
Or if they’re promptly broken, then I say, “That doesn’t count!”
And charge it to my overdrawn emotional expense account.
By crisp daylight, I find my life quite flippin’ serious,
But after darkness falls, I turn the World Dial to ‘Delirious’.
Tipsy with the roller coaster view from starry sky above,
I flutter down to find the ground fits me just like a baseball glove.
I’ve heard that all is relative. Well, let me clearly proclaim this …
Laughter makes it bearable, Nietzsche’s gazing-back abyss.
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