That day I woke up sour.
I had lost every ounce I ever had of power.
Helpless, I searched, wondered and I did scour.
All these thoughts, I shoved down to devour.
I grew more weary with every passing hour.
I thought of leaping from my tower.
And, into myself I did cower.
I sat there letting the water envelop me into a shower.
I decided to pluck the **** I thought was a flower.
That day I fell asleep sour.