It’s funny how a week could be so bad

that the gloomy weather plays along with my swings.

But when it comes to telling people how I am

and if I were asked to sum up my week in one word,

“Good” is usually the word that comes forth from my lips.

I know I’m really not making any sense.

I thought I would be talking about pretense.

But now I’m thinking about a dream

when my landlord suddenly yelled at me

and pointed out my stupidity.

Since then, it never stopped raining

and now the ground feels like marshmallows.

P.S. This is what happens when I’m not thinking of anything but I’m trying to rhyme.

Yes really, I’m merely full of crap.


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