Wet, soggy Saturdays,
Leave me feeling kind of bishy.
Just stepped into a puddle now,
My feet go “Squishy, squishy!”
Upon awakening from my nap,
Nary a word need be spoken.
For I can tell by the sweat on my back,
That the air conditioning is broken.
Dreary, rainy, cold afternoon,
And I’m feeling quite brain dead.
But wise, old Sammy helps me out,
By saying, “Let’s go back to bed.”
Please don’t catch me,
Just let me fall.
Nothing is worth it,
Time to leave you all.
Winter comes with a dark, icy fury,
First attempt to swallow me whole.
It doesn’t know that it cannot succeed,
For nothing is colder than my soul.
I am a lonely neuron,
Roaming within a brain.
Almost had a thought once,
Perhaps that it might rain.
Looked around, there’s no one left,
To catch me when I fall.
Wouldn’t want to be rescued anyway,
I seem to have lost it all.
All is lost and in disarray,
My existence is just a charade.
Things I think while dancing,
On the edge of a razor blade.