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I’m not in the mood of

Being enthusiastically upbeat:

Not today. Give me a break!

My dullness is the blues

That has been mudded by prosac

Or ceropram:  

The ever-happy pills

Suppressing

The Subjunctive mood of

Never-be or never-done.

How do weirdoes

Go straight ahead?

By bypassing

The dripping dew of sadness

Over the world leaf of misconduct

Or of a shaky equilibrium;

Nothing comes up to a shiny stardom

Before falling flat on your nose

Biting in the dust of failures;

So let me square my dullness

With every corner

Being the coroner of inexperienced shame:

So much is left for the inexperienced

That sometimes I do think:

That’s the Real Life

And not that nightmare’s mane you’ve had

For a living…

So, today I’ll growl and neigh

In my song of soul

Feeling blue and smarted to the marrow:

From tomorrow on

I’ll be back

To my shimmering state

Of never-ever unfailing soundly faith…

Please, give me this day off

To-a-day