Sell me your pain,
I'm collecting misery.
Sounds insane;
Makes perfect sense to me.

Pour me your tears,
I'll drink it down and smile.
Pass me your fears;
I'll enjoy your hell awhile.

Why won't I learn to live
Like the peaceful people do?
Why won't I learn to live -
Like the fucking zombies do?

Don't offer me gladness,
I've no time for feeling good.
I'll swallow your sadness;
I'd O.D. if I could.

Sell me your pain,
I'm collecting misery.
Sounds insane;
Makes perfect sense to me.

© Barry Veinotte

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