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Today, I want to share with you all my (probably favorite) poem titled “Mr. Wilson.”

It’s about a middle aged man with a drug/alcohol problem.

…And everybody loves it, right?

But, anyway, here’s my crackly voice reading this poem aloud in a follow-along lyric-esque video like I’ve been doing; please enjoy!

Transcript:

Swallow it so you’re not hollow.
Take a shot— it’s all you’ve got.

Make yourself a man again, Pete.
It’s your only real thought all week,
The only one that keeps your mind alive.

We both know how you feel in that place;
We each think it’s your last escape.
But tell me, Mr. Wilson, why make yourself wait?

You could remain in infinity for more than one night;
You could sleep there forever if you tried;
And even that bottle can’t make you die.

Though even you know what you’re doing,
Peter Wilson, with your hand-pressed tie
And your tongue twisted in lies.

You’re very good, you know,
And your boss sure won’t suspect a thing.
You can’t have foul habits; you seem far too clean.

But at the end of the day that doesn’t matter,
By that time your worries will have melt
And you won’t care of the troubles you once felt.

And the drugs only touch your hands, Mr. Wilson,
Not mine nor the gloves of your boss,
And certainly not your ex-wife’s or the ones of God.

So let me know again, Pete, if you are unhappy,
Why do you stick around?
Did you say you were vain, or were you just proud?

Now don’t act so innocent,
It wasn’t life that played you,
It was you that played it.

But I suppose that there’s nothing left
But either the poison or the mess in your head,
And I’ll take my best guess.

So swallow it, please, Mr. Wilson,
Just take your shot— it’s all you’ve got.

I hope you like/liked it and let me know what you think/thought!

Thanks for watching… even if you hated it!

-iKari