Short little laugh after long gloomy day
Trapped inside somewhere I don't want to stay
But then that's just a joke
A quirk, a little, how to explain this
A bit of poetic empathy, sympathy
Not quite living the dream self professed pity
Small written ditty, just as witty, yet...
Fuck all really.
Can't argue with that, can't argue with yourself
Not with reality
Good times are meal times
Real times, basic needs satisfied, rectified, qualified
Something to do, say, discuss...
Before the deary continuem continues
And then nothing, just the normal life
In the normal way, until something, something changes.
