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a really terrible poem, but what else to do (or: i take myself seriously so)

no explaining that up there

(not the song)

it might as well sit in a tree

(here i see a koala, everytime)

this joy that day brings me

(unlike christmas)

it is oh so very hard to bear

(very much like christmas)

i think i don't deserve a smile

(who cares)

i ought to be depressed

(though i'd like to be special)

mostly then i get undressed

(omg)

as i crawl up on this pile

(naked, you understand)

pathetic is my name, i think

(like hell it is)

as i gather my sorry life

(hey, i love my life)

i only have no joie, much strife

(i sound too familiar)

i'm not even in the pink

(well)

woe is me in the dark

(what)

where did my happy go

(i secretly hoard)

i can wallow in the snow

(like a snow angel in pictures i've seen)

or miserablise in the park

(this was fun and then painful)

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