A great affliction’s got me down;
From my friend I got infected
Preventatives have not been found
And no antidote’s expected.
It started out in simple ways
Through his fondness for flamboyance
It wasn’t long ‘till his malaise
Would become my pet annoyance.
He used to tell outlandish tales,
By misfortune, entertaining,
But laughter turned to mental wails
And my love of laughs was waning.
For day by day he would repeat
‘Till his stories drove me barmy
If only I could press ‘delete’!
Had to take some pills to calm me.
Though he’s the one with ‘triple s’
Seems like I alone need treatment
While he raves on with no regrets
With no sign of discontentment.
My gentle hints and reprimands
Have all failed to bring solution
I fear there’s no one understands—
Is it me that’s got delusion?
I can’t believe he’s unaware
That he’s driving me distracted
Which much increases my despair
Why my sanity’s impacted.
“What’s triple-s? What does it mean?
“This malaise I so bemoan?”
It’s a great insidious unseen,
As ‘Same Story Syndrome’ known.
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