Those dreadful days of lows
Where things refuse to go right,
I simply can't stand those,
I have so little tolerance.
It's raining out, of course,
A dreary day of gray,
My throat was feeling hoarse
When I woke this morning.
My hair was an unruly mess
That refused to let me tame it,
But what started the stress
Was my technological qualms.
I took a whole seventy minutes
To print a single paper,
And with the heavenly lord as my witness
I nearly shot my computer.
The terror didn't stop there,
As cramps and nausea then set in,
With mood swings making me despair,
Making me take ibuprofen.
I was then forced to carry heavy things,
A total seventy pounds I'd say,
And I tried not to take swings,
At the person who most annoys me.
He just popped up on the worst day possible,
Making me want to screams,
His pompous-ass behaviour made it plausible
For me to want to stab him.
But I held my temper as well as my tongue
As sharp and scathing as it is,
And held on to the happy place that hung
In the back of my mind.
When he finally left I headed on home,
Driving through the watery weather,
I was by my self, alone
When I reached my door.
I held my key in front of me
And nearly put it in the lock
When I realized I was using my car key
And that it certainly wouldn't work.
So that was my day in a nut shell,
In summary, it was hell.
