You won’t hear it in my voice,
Or see it in my expression.
Because I’ve learned to hide it when
I’ve been bitch-slapped by depression.
Such a delightful sunny day,
Perfect for frolicking in the park.
But I’m at work being self-destructive,
For my mind and soul are dark.
You are my little pumpkin,
I love you quite a lot!
I’d even eat your pumpkin spice,
On my tater-tot.
Sammy was blocking my way down the stairs,
“Move or go down Sammy, what do you say?”
Apparently she decided to compromise,
And went down the stairs, halfway.
I talk to Sammy quite a bit.
And out of all the things I say,
The one she does not like to hear is,
“I have to go to work today.”