Delving the depths of depressive dismal despair, I dispiritedly dashed off this draft.
Ok. I was bored, lonely, angry gloomy at work last week and I wrote a poem.
A freaking poem. And of course, it is terrible, so I thought I’d share it with you. Distributing the despondency.
(sticky note #4)
Look. A blank stare.
Noticed-a guarded glare.
Almost more than I can bear.
Just a Tuesday.
*The whole second verse had to be scrapped because it DIDN’T RHYME. I think I still have a beer left in the fridge, let’s wrap this up.