Some Days

Some days just suck
and won't let me off of bed,
pulling my comforter up, tucking feet in tight,
my down alternative filled castle walls
protecting me from the world

Some days I'm sick of coffee,
that morning shot of instant positivity,
thinking bah humbug,
the world needs to deal with me
and not the other way around

Some days I just want to cry,
if only I knew why,
crying for homeless people,
or maybe everybody being mean
oh, that poor flattened squirrel on the road

Some days just suck
if only I could close the drain,
it pulls and pulls without let up
in at least eight directions at once.
What am I an octopus?!

I think I'll make my escape
with ink clouds in the sea as I swim away