Grey Days: I Shrug by CpSingleton © 2016
I sit here greyer than dry turd.
What dark mirth doth nature play?
I find it’s attitude quite absurd
To leave a fellow in such a way.
It happened slowly like a morn
For a child in Sunday church.
Now it leaves me full of scorn
To be more silver than a birch.
Actually, I’m brim full of shit!
I don’t really give one care.
This was all just one big skit
In poem form for me to share.
I am grey where once was brown.
Yet inside I’m still the same.
It won’t leave me with a frown
As I believe my ex’s the one to blame.