Oh hello dear shitty day,
If I fall for you will you go away?
If I punch you, would you hit me back?
If I write about you, would you explode my Mac?
You see, you came on a day I’m drenched in Writer’s Block,
I’m drenched in my deluging tears, and swimming in smelly socks.
How do I handle you, when I cannot for the life of me write?
And every conversation from my mouth turns into a fight.
When words feel like pain in my soul,
and my heart black as coal.
Oh shitty shitty day, what do I do with you?
Should I compare you to the moon? or the morning dew?
Will then you become an ally?
For I have never been so alone, my wings clipped to fly.
Tell me, shitty day, can you see what lies ahead?
Is it days of peace? or days of dread?
Are you clairvoyant, shitty day?
Do you have Nostradamus’ gift? Can you hear what Pythia says?
Will I ever find what I am looking for?
Do you understand why my soul wants to soar?
Oh dear shitty day, will the rain ever stop?
And also can you clean my room, because I had a fit of rage and broke my mop.