Poetry

Funk (#508)

Great- I’m in a funk,
My thoughts are pure junk,
No music fits my taste,
Efforts feel like a waste,
My optimism is oddly stark,
My mood airs a bit dark,
I hate seeing anyone happy,
Oh, and I detest seeing sappy,
I’ve lost all possible joy,
Everything likes to annoy,
Almost inhumanly numb,
This I sometimes become,

Any Thoughts?

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