I guess that I am not happy.
That doesn't help any,
and I know that.
It's a lame excuse
for not doing shit.
I would really like to do shit,
get the shit out of the way,
get rid of all the shit,
but I just don't have the right attitude
to work through all the shit today
or now,
right now...
although I would really like to have it done with
and behind me for once.
Then would I be happy?
God only knows...
and She won't tell me.

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