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I was walking down the street,
One Thursday morning of last week,
Complaining about my self-defeat….
My car was down with a flat,
And inside was my 3 year old cat,
Taking a nap in my new cowboy hat.
34 degrees outside, really cold,
Refusing to do what I was told,
I was now faced with the reality,
That the only one to blame for this…
Was me.
I was late for work,
And my boss was being a jerk,
I didn’t feel like hearing his mouth.
Tried catching the bus,
Missed it and then started to fuss,
And even started to cuss….
A shot of Jack wouldn’t help this case,
It was clearly something I had to face….
I couldn’t make the feelings go away….
Let’s just face it…
That day was a bad day.
I had a few dollars to my name,
Walking with my head in complete shame,
Totally felt like a lame….
Ugh, I hate this rhyming game….
My phone fell on the ground and cracked,
And I instantly felt a sharp pain in my back,
I feel like I’m under attack.
This has not been my day,
I want it to go away,
And go away now,
So can somehow tell me how….
Tell me how to smile in the midst of this…
With everything that has happened to me….
I’ve heard of bad days,
But this takes the cake.
Maybe when I get back home,
With no intention to weep,
I’ll sit on my bed….
Lay down,
And proceed to go to sleep.
No more bad days….
No more….

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