Funk

Angie is in a funk

Each day the same

Wake up

Too hot black coffee

Burn Tongue

Numb tingling

Forget to feed the dog

Wear shirt inside out

Realize this during lunchbreak

Cry.

And there’s nothing to do

Cause each night’s the same

The full moon ushered in with gin and ice cream.

A cycle ingrained in her circadian rhythms,

Irresponsible.

Irrevocable.

Understandable.

The shrink says she has Daddy Issues,

Doesn’t everyone?

They are too overprotective

Too disconnected

Too this

Too that

Tit for tat.

A cosmic carousel of payback

With the end always the beginning,

You pay for that ticket

Wanting to feel the cool breeze

Around and around

But time speeds up

And as the last grains of sand settle

There you are again,

Your problems waiting like a faithful dog

Infidelity never on their mind

They will hug and squeeze until

The reaper’s blade snatches you away

No matter how many times you spin

Around and around.

So Angie’s in a funk
But aren’t we all?