Sometimes I want to scream.
But I’m not sure why.
Sometimes I feel fine.
Sometimes I want to cry.

Sometimes I feel good.
And sometimes I feel evil.
Sometimes I wonder if God
Is really a giant weevil.

‘What rhymes with evil? I just typed,
And now I feel really lost.
Can’t write a poem without cheating,
Fixed it, but at what cost?

Sometimes I think about my child,
A heavenly golden shroud.
Sometimes I wonder if this is hell,
And the tv’s on too loud.

Mostly I just feel ungrateful,
An ungrateful *******.
Maybe there’s no answer to life,
Maybe this is it?