On Account Of My Depression
Someone asked me if I get tired
Tired of playing guitar
The answer is a simple
and emphatic, "No."
Music is a joke that never ends
And on account of my depression
Largely stemming from
My great purple onion
And my inability to relate to any women
(Since it grows wider
and more stumpish with each passing day)
I must continue playing guitar
Lush with pretentious, Marxist chords
and blistering leads
and obnoxious, offensive words
Yes, I must remind myself
That suicide of the quick vareity
Is not a responsible option
Ow, my kidneys hurt
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