When the days are getting shorter
and the grins harder to find…
Web life is giving lemons
but skimping on sugar
and will not let you near a stirrer
or a decanter
or ice…
when you’re weary,
feeling small…

When it looks bad
like you feel like a red headed step child
because you ARE a red headed step child
and you wonder who
if anyone
could ever love the son,
and your moon pies have rotted
so bad that the rats can’t be bothered…

When it’s bad,
when it sucks,
when losers look at you
and laugh, saying
“There but for the grace… ”
When it’s like that,
it must really suck to be you,
you know?