by Jennifer Lawhorn

Created on: March 21, 2009

An Ode to the Fire Swamp, or, Facing Depression Princess Bride-style

Murky and damp, full of perils unknown,
In charm, the Fire Swamp's lacking.
The trees may be lovely, but who really cares,
When your brain chemistry's attacking.

Like an R.O.U.S. that jumps on your back,
Or snarls and bites off your hand,
Those lies you believe can drag you right down
And swallow your soul in quicksand.

But wait! You can fight! All's not in vain.
Just wait for that strange popping sound,
Then time it just right, and gag as the smell
Of barbecued rat spreads around.

So now, when in doubt, no matter how dark,
There's always a way out, you see...
Just hope, and believe, and say this to yourself:
Buttercup's got nothing on me!

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