This day has not done much for me at all,
this day,
for it has bombarded me with things,
unexpected things,
that have surprised me and aggravated me,
and brought me only misery,
and they say accidents come in threes,
and life it certainly seems to have a way,
to have more than your fare share,
but it seems to be others who cause it all,
who cause it all with their incompetency,
and you,
you try to work,
you try do your best,
you try your best to make it a success,
and I only wish for happiness,
but others seem determined to make life a misery,
make life a misery of it all and make it a mess,
yes, they seem determined to make a misery of happiness,
a misery of everything,
and it is others who without thinking as clearly,
as they should who decimate it all,
who decimate any happiness,
that you may have with their inability to listen,
and who are opinionated and to them,
only their opinions matter,
and yours to them do not matter at all,
and trying to get them to see sense,
and to correct their mistakes,
it is like banging your head against a brick wall,
no, this day has not done much for me at all,
no, not at all,
and I am glad to see the end of it all,
for this day has only brought me misery,
and it has served no purpose at all,
and it has been apocryphal, apocryphal,
and I am glad of the night, and the dreams,
and tomorrow there will I hope be,
a better day than the one before,
because it could not get any worse,
and if the day was a body,
it would be carried off in a hearse,
carried off in a hearse.