BAD SELF-NEWS// WITH PESSIMISTIC VIEWS// OF MISERABLE MISFORTUNE// OVERWHELMING YOUR FUTILE CAUTION.// OF BAD LUCK, YOU EXCEED YOUR PORTION// TO AN ALMOST COMICAL DISTORTION
Copyright © 2018 by Marvin Cohen

If life gets you down in the dumps,
at least you don't have a case of the mumps;
and you're ahead of the game in finance:
you won't go broke till the near distance
like two months from now, for instance.
True, you're all alone with no love,
and you have no religion, so no help from above.
Your prospects of a job have turned nil
and you're burdened with an unknown kind of inner ill.
Your "friends" have abandoned you
because you can't repay their loans,
and periodically you discharge spontaneous moans
that acoustically are confused with self-pitying groans
attributed to endless gloom
living in a barely furnished room
at rent economically cheap
so you feel like a failure and a creep,
anonymous to all of society
who only pretend to propriety
when you show your unwelcome face
that looks like a familiar symbol of disgrace
in the lack of public esteem,
being a bum who ran out of steam.
This is negativity, to the extreme.
The way you dress qualifies for bumhood,
and you stink up the neighborhood.
No wonder you constantly brood.
You even subsist on inadequate food,
diminishing health and vitality both.
Useless to take a suicidal oath.
The only "solution" is to live a dream
that breaks apart how things seem.