I utterly detest
This time of year
Birds out singing
The sky so clear
I’m sure some people
Really do love it
But my insomnia says
Just fucking shove it
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I utterly detest
This time of year
Birds out singing
The sky so clear
I’m sure some people
Really do love it
But my insomnia says
Just fucking shove it
Why must
you sing
outside my
window?Some of us
still have
to work
you know!
It’s so peaceful here.
Quiet. Serene.
If only the incessant chatter in my head would quieten down,
I might just be able to enjoy it.