Life is out to get me
Most of the time
When Summer is here
We need a break
Sit back with a beer
There is only one
The most dedicated of all
His job is simple
To trip me and laugh as I fall
He sets up every roadblock
In too many ways to fight
Only when I'm sleeping
Do I get relief from my plight
Do I have low self esteem
Maybe I'm just unlucky
Will I ever be happy
Like a new borne baby ducky
I wake up every morning
Knowing for sure that I'm cursted
The only good thing about my future
Is that it can't get any worse
This poem is about:
Me