Wet, soggy Saturdays,
Leave me feeling kind of bishy.
Just stepped into a puddle now,
My feet go “Squishy, squishy!”
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.
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.
I’d really like to kill myself,
No hope for me by half.
For if Rick Sanchez can’t even make it,
What possible chance do I have?
When did I lose my purpose?
Where did I lose my song?
Everything is dark and cold,
I’ve been empty for so long.