Depressed
Year after year I am deeply depressed,
I'm highly educated and I'm well dressed.
I live from highest peak to another peak,
Celebrate them every time with chick and sleek.
Wonder, what is it that happens in between?
Mere dull existence and clumsiness akin
To the awfully obese Americans...
In Cuba I first time saw the pelicans.
You ought to level out the intensity!
What if I happen to have propensity?
To depression, melancholy and dismay?
Make sure to buy new anti-aging Olay?
It turns out it's running in my genes.
I have to make sure I always have the means.
Oh Thank God! He gave my dear sister pardon
While I was still in pretty heavens garden.
My closest friends simply do not comprehend.
What are you? Why are you weak? No luck at hand?
Tie your shoe laces and simply keep going
With little signs of your depression showing
On pale, with dark circles, ever smiling face.
Take each step with some care, dignity and grace!
No matter, you can't find reason to get up
Unless it's week day and you have to come up
With silly, naturally flowing verses.
Better than being taken care by nurses
In a governmental mental kind of place
Again with some dignity, respect and grace!
All these psychiatrists were of little use.
They ramble on about methods and abuse.
In the end nothing but the magic pills help
I'd better stock up those on my empty shelf!
If Russian ruble falls again tomorrow
I'll have particularly little sorrow.
As long as I am well equipped and stocked up
It's just impossible for me to give up!
If something horrifying again happens...
Just no worries and you can always dampen
The effects of life's every day occasions
With the increase of happy pills invasion.
Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015
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