Feeling Down
Oh, I hate this feeling, feeling down.
Usurped, today I am the clown.
That noxious program runs amuck,
And in the quagmire, I am stuck.
It’s an itch that can’t be found,
I scratch the surface all around.
Fingers grope in soggy head,
To ascertain what can be read.
Loads of shadows in my space,
Overcrowd this tender place.
Soggy footprints on my ground,
That trampled all my feeling down.
Of course I know it’s in my head,
Noxious program as I said.
Perhaps if I just shut it down,
Then reboot, regain my crown?
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