It's Only A Flesh Wound

A poem from 2017

Hello there!

How am I, you ask?

I'm fine.

Well, actually, no I'm not.

I'm feeling down

And very tired all the time

My head aches

And I've been feeling sick a lot

My boss seems to take out his bad moods on me

And I'm fed up with it

But he won't grind me down

Whatever doesn't kill me makes me stronger, as Kanye West said

I've not been sleeping well

Laying awake in bed till the early hours

Incessant thoughts whistling through my mind

While I toss and turn

But it's only a flesh wound, as Monty Python's Black Knight said

I will survive like Gloria Gaynor

I'm so lonely too

And feel like no one loves me

That's a miserable thing

Hey! You've gone!

You're chatting to some gorgeous blond!

I thought you wanted to know how I was?

I'll add you to my litany of woes, so called friend.