I think maybe I might just be
Too **** happy
I mean, considering my mom beat the **** out of me most of my childhood, until she died of an overdose
And my grandparents' next door neighbor, who took advantage of me when I was pre-school age
Or, my teenage pregnancy
Or maybe my daughter who died, when I was 23.  
My stroke, in which I almost died, but not before I went crazy
Putting it all on Facebook, publicly
The year I spent recovering in the nursing home....
But I'm just too **** happy to be a serious poet.
(Sometimes I get ****** listening to people complain about How ******* tough their life is)