Deprived of many essentials,
Therefore he acted out
Poor theater, misery at maximum capacity,
A performance with a poor review that was just
Intellectually, he's explored some dark places,
Bent alleyways, corrupt corners of his bent psyche,
Ugly deposits pf sore rhetoric
But even what's ugly isn't endlessly perpetual,
Which leads to a shifted mood, converted into another odd norm
So, he's realized,
That 'damaged' cannot be spelled without 'am'
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