21st Century Sonnet

Hopeless like a convicted felon without a skill honed

Ruminating on subjects distressing to the psyche

Yours truly cannot find any answers that a pill won’t

Like my President, I know that most will never like me

Thinking unpredictably, perceptions yearn me boxed in

I am more like chaos at night, appearing in midday

At home a miserable mastermind with my concoctions

I am a sinner alive yet undoubtedly sin grave

Awaiting mercy or indifference maybe punishment

All I can do is smoke lethal and spark my sad mind up

Reputation is hopeless romantic, not cunning kid

Is it just me? Is it depression or do these times suck?

Absorb the cool breeze subject to sporadic worse weather

I’m fed up with the bullshit however thin as ever

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