Frustration

it seems to come around this time of year
this time of molting gravel and weight limits.
beaches of life and beer

well goes life,
then i get hit in a nut
and im back on the floor trying to make it not hurt
but oh it hurts
it sure does
as the murdering rapist says:
i'msorry

i'm not sorry.
i dont believe i did anything wrong
its the rabid bunnies of brains
that DO the wrongDOing.




it comes when i dont need it.
bad times made worse.
worse times made far worse
a night that i looked forward to for a long time
i was sad when it hit,
then happy for a while.
the morning was great, but then it hurt
it hurt so bad.