I wish I could write a happy poem because it seems there’s not enough to go around.

I wish that I could paint a visual picture but my prowess does not afford it.

Wishing I could make you guys smile, they way some of you do to me.

But my forte is the dark shroud of unhappiness I find my calling in it.

My favorite artist once said he couldn’t write a song when he was happy.

Let’s just stick with that.