Fine, D****t

One time I woke up and I didn't give a flying f&^%.

I find if I try and stop writing I just end up making it belligerent. So...

 

Fine, D****t.

From the corner of my eye I cut a glare.

Having a suspicious nature as I do.

Momentarily, for a breath, I'm unprepared:

Are morning skies allowed this shade of blue?

 

Almost preposterous, this unasked for opening scene.

Must be something in this bloody tea....

Beauty beheld so early seems somehow obscene.

Must've smacked the floor again. I'm clumsy, me.

Ever so slowly, as one would sneak upon a cat,

I widen my view, both eyes now on the clock.

Well, s**t, will you look at all of that?

A day gorgeous from green blades to tree top.

 

I must now take a moment to object:

Clearly today did not recieve my waking note.

I craved a dismal view in which to reflect.

It seems today ignored my well-worded vote.

 

How, ask I , am I to get on with melancholy?

It's simply ridiculous tying on a proper mope.

My bitching, always colorful, becomes folly.

This b*****d of a day makes of me a dope.

Very well. Be that way though it be unjust.

I've time a plenty invested in gloom.

You've won this one, you know, I trust. Just wait!

My chance will pounce, and soon

Reviews

[Austin_Meehan]

F*****g brilliant.

Cheers

[Randolph]

Back atcha. Happy Wednesday.