10 – 12 hours each day at my job,
Just trying to stay inspired.
Hopefully, I’ll publish several more poems,
Before I am finally expired…
Mired in depression and corporate life,
All they want from me is to take, take, take.
My day did get a little brighter though,
Someone brought me a fresh cupcake!
He wrote those silly poems,
And made a few folks laugh.
The last thing that he ever wrote
Made a fitting epitaph.
Lying upon my flophouse bed,
Thinking about the words she said,
That life would better if I was dead.
So I put a bullet through my head.
Holidays spread joy and love,
Though my depression is in overdrive.
Here we are just five days in,
And I am still alive.