O Bipolar, Harass Me Nevermore

O bipolar, harass me nevermore! Depart from me! For Easter Sunday's here, a comfort which transforms this time of year, and gelds you like oxen for evermore. O minotaur, you cursed bull! Whether more man than beast, for you I'll not shed a tear; away from me, fiend—never to come near! Be gone, creature! Leave me ever the more. So, one day, very soon I'll know new life (though, like a captive in your hellish maze, a labyrinth and scheme of puzzling strife, despair, gloom, confusion, and dark malaise, I languish like prey butchered by your knife) as hope arrives, freeing me for endless days!