Becoming An Iceberg
Do you mind my dear
My moving to the North Pole
Sitting on top
Watching Earth
Becoming an iceberg
Tall cool whiteness
No more burden
My heavy laundry
Fat pride
My blind insightfulness
Destroying lives everywhere
Even faraway planets
And of course my dear
If I like being an iceberg
You can join me anytime
Note: in the last 10 years
20,000 pain doctors were silently destroyed
by false accusations of drug trafficking.
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