Paul took a syringe filled with laughter
injected it into himself to lighten his heart.
He did so at an inappropriate time
when levity was not appreciated by anyone listening.
Paul was glad the injection had the long term effect
of allowing him to fly in his dreams.
He learned what was on the other side of the mountain
and the fact (over there) the grass was no greener.
Paul started telling his dour unhappy friends to go away.
Their DWIs would go undocumented except by the courts.
He thought about the first day he tasted oblivion
and found it bitter to the extreme.
That was the day he knew the company misery kept
was not the company he wished to keep.
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