There are those days, this being one

When you wake up in such a funk

You feel it but know it’s useless to run

You’re entangled in all humanities junk

You franticly search your little book of tricks

To refocus your vision, see past the gloom

My self-adjustment fails, I’ll have to take my licks

If I were wise, I’d lock myself inside my room

Let it run its course, let it pass without incident

Unfortunately, I have commitments to fulfill

I haven’t even left my house, and I’m already spent

If only they made a miraculous funky day pill

Then I could just go through the day and pretend

That I’m happy to participate, no funky mood here

I’ll just go out the door and try not to offend

If I do I’m sorry but just stick up your rear