Careless, unfocused. If he was happy,
Twas all yesterday, forgotten now,
He's shifted into another row,
Currently being immensely snappy.
Half a day of joy, a week of emptiness,
Months fly by like fireflies
As he feeds himself the same lies
About his own mental constancy and wellness.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
