Have you ever had those days where you want to stay in bed
’cause it’s hard making good dick jokes when your life is awful sad.
It’s the price that we creative types pay for our talent.
and get back writing entries about cats and farts galore.
So hang tight, precious reader. I am on day twenty-one
of living in this black cloud that is killing all the fun.
I’ll take my meds and ride this out like many times before,
Apparently we can’t be sane AND gifted with brilliant.
I look forward to the day when I get to feeling glad.
while struggling with feelings of deep sadness in your head?
[Writer’s note: let’s see how many people get this.]