Move cloud please, that is better note: dedicated to Chaucer (although i decided 4 beats is better than 5)

Cool behind my small warm neck
the breath of tainted tone makes wreck
into my mind as if through skin
and opens for the bad to enter in
my eyes drop low, my pressure drops
each happy thought goes kaplop
my world is trainted from yellow to gray
be weary all who stand in my way
everything you wish to say
will not be met by me with gay
and pleasant response is far from here
for bad attitude day has shown its rear

like a cold without a carrier
it cannot be traced for i was merrier
before it came to prune my noon
and make everything so gloom
i said things i wished i ought not say
and by night fall had wasted my day
so apologies i do for make
and all for my loved ones' sake

sorry i was so pissy today mommy. Its not your fault


  ¶ 10:37 PM