Today of all days,

Is a day not to be here…..

I move to move in all seriousness

I move to walk away from all this mess,

My distress.

Birds twitter in the trees

Screaming out little happy bird obscenities,

They are getting on my nerves

With their twitterpation and feather fluff.

The sun is warm when morning,

In all her true morning glory,

Is in the middle of her stay.

Such a beautiful bright disgusting day.

So cheerful and happy

Throwing its joy in my face, mocking me.

This sheet of paper keeps saying "write, write"

As I do, to fill it up and keep it quiet,

All these nonsense words flood my eyes

And give such a headache.

And little neighbor dogs keep quiet

While my very large puppy cries and cries,

And these dang little birds keep singing

Louder and louder to drown out the cars

That keep on passing by.

Today of all days

Is a day to scream at the world to "be quiet!"

But it talks and chatters and I,

Well I, have nothing really to say.

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