One of those days

It’s one of those days

When your demons cry away,

When you’re trying to make it work,

And keep them locked,

But others find a way to make them stay.

Man is a political animal, they say,

But somehow the “politically correct” policy

Doesn't apply,

And the animal becomes alive.

They make your worst nightmare seem true,

And those untold, unsought ideas,

Be damn bloody too.

If only stupidity would hurt sometimes

We’d see people screaming for their lives.

Maybe several times,

I would scream too

But at least

I’d try to find a cure

And not live so obscure.

It’s one of those days

When “it’s nothing personal!”

Sticks to you like a superglue

While you don’t have a clue

Where the hell it began

And when will it end.

In a nutshell,

I shall not,

Tolerate furthermore,

Superfluous attitudes

That can ruin my days

Transforming them into “one of those days…”,

Ney!