Deplorable Mania, When Something Happens, To Inquire

I Try. I Fail. I Try Again. I Fail Better.

The Tuesday Scowls, The Wednesday Growls, The Thursday Curses, The Friday Howls, The Saturday Snores, The Sunday Yawns, The Monday Morns, The Monday Morns. The Whacks, The Moans, The Cracks, The Groans, The Welts, The Squeaks, The Belts, The Shrieks, The Pricks, The Prayers, The Kicks, The Tears, The Skelps, And The Yelps.

Perhaps My Best Years Are Gone. When There Was A Chance Of Happiness. But I Wouldn't Want Them Back. Not With The Fire In Me Now. No, I Wouldn't Want Them Back.

Habit Is The Ballast That Chains The Dog To His Vomit.

I Pause To Record That I Feel In Extraordinary Form. Delirium Perhaps.