Go Fuck Yourself
I would write in watercolors
redirecting raindrops with wetted strokes
I could learn the ukulele
strumming the sunshine with fingertips
I should fashion songs in summer
transmuting wind into weighted voice
But when you ask me how you should feel
when my potential seasons offend you
only one possible answer comes to mind.
Yes, there's a story behind this one, but I can't go into it right now. I just had to quickly spit out the poison before it consumed me.
I'll try to be more upbeat next time!