The darkest feelings hit on Monday afternoons
When work is lacking and the thoughts
Of uselessness are biting at my heels.
I curb the hate by eating crisps in favourite flavours
Untill the salty dust can cover all my clothes.
Watching Ellen in the afternoon when really I should be
At a job that vanished in an angry heartfelt beat,
Has brought back niggling doubts about my worth.
I’d love to be as thrilled with life
As crazy audience members always seem to be
And try to suck up any joy that’s left behind
In the hope that I can fight my way
Back out this funk I’m swimming in.