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They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Ha

A girl made you sad, so you scrawled
a mashnote to madness, forgot
she's nobody's rebound chick. Now
you've done it. Instead of a Sadie Hawkins
straitjacket all you get is unread texts
and your voice accelerating bit by bit:
helium to falsetto to novelty chipmunk
pining for Christmas. You're alone,

so who can be sure what's real or special
effect. Maybe you're muttering towards
your own true dogwhistle; maybe
you're just dying faster and faster
on the little island you dug
after your sandcastle collapsed.

song prompt from Jeremy C