WARNING!!! THIS SPACE HAS BEEN TEMPORARILY HIJACKED BY A DERANGED, SLEEP-STARVED, SELF-PITYING CRAZY WOMAN!!!!
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!
Come on! I can’t be so distressed!
There’s no reason to be depressed.
It could be the weight of a casted arm
That has robbed me of my bubbly charm.
Or perhaps not its weight, but its bulky restrictions
Have fostered this bundle of contradictions.
Knowing it’s Christmas, I’m smiling, so happy!
Yet inside I’m feeling incredibly crappy.
I’d like to blame my bad mood on pain
Or my sinuses, which refuse to drain.
Maybe the daily glut of bad news
Has brought on this woeful case of the blues.
The idea recently occurred to me
How it’s, for me, absurd to be
A blogger with dreams of being a writer
When all that I write gets triter and triter.
I think it’s time I took a break
If only for the reader’s sake.
My posts grow longer and more boring –
And reading them can lead to snoring.
But no such luck has come to me
I’m wide awake as I can be.
I’ve tried countless methods to achieve
The restful sleep that I believe
Would give me everything I lack
And get my wandering mind on track.
Yet none have brought about success
Just brought me back to my distress.
So, what! Life’s hard for me of late
And I’ve griped about what’s on my plate
I beg you all, please just ignore me
Better that, than you deplore me!
I’m sure on one of these days soon
I’ll choose to write a different tune
One we all can sing or dance to
One that even has a chance to
Snap me out of this mood I’m in –
Please, let that attitude begin.
(I know! I know! It’s up to me!
But still, I wish that there could be
A Taser-wielding brownie or elf
To ***zzzzap**** me back into myself.)
If you’ve read this far through all this stuff,
Then you can quit now! Enough is, well –
enough. . .