Down

Down,
down with a frown,
yes, it is one of those days,
where I feel like hanging upside down,
where I can pretend to be happy even if my misery is still there,
yes, at least I wouldn’t be in despair,
and everyone would not run away at the sight of me,
of me looking like a clown,
yes, today,
today I am down,
down,
down,
and the blues they fill me,
and far too regularly choose me,
oh,
today, I feel like hanging upside down,
because it is making me frown,
and it is not the way that it should be,
because I try to live not miserably,
but I am only moderately happy,
and it is not the way that it should be,
no,
no,
no,
but it is this town that makes me frown,
and I will have to put up with it for now,
because there is no other choice,
and because I am suitably employed,
and annoyed,
and the wages are bringing me down,
and today I feel like hanging upside down,
where I can pretend to be happy even if my misery is still there,
yes, in case people run away frightfully scared,
and so, I’ll play the blues on my stereo,
and hang around and work upside down,
until my wages rise,
and the boss he treats me with friendlier eyes,
and life does not want to make me cry,
cry and sigh all the hours of the day as they far too slowly go by.

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Hello, I am Ben Robinson, a poet, my first book of poetry Alas the day was written in Dorset, in the United Kingdom.

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