The cloud it ignores me,
the cloud it bores me,
the cloud it disappoints me,
the grey it disturbs me,
the rain it annoints me,
the rain it falls upon my umbrella far too frequently,
and I wish I could see,
the sun again,
and it is a shame that the grey clouds have no intention of moving,
seemingly ever again,
and the grey it colours my mood,
and it makes me want to be surly and rude,
despite me knowing that I should not be,
and everytime I walk down the street,
some careless driver passing by always splashes my feet,
and soaks me to the bone,
and makes me curse them out loud,
and leaves me alone with my misery,
and I feel angry for the rest of the day,
as the cloud it lingers there,
no matter what I say,
the cloud it ignores me,
the cloud it bores me,
the cloud it disappoints me,
the grey it disturbs me,
and makes me want to lose my mind,
oh, cloud,
how could you be so miserable when you know that I have things to do,
goddamn you,
goddamn you for being so unkind,
and now what I want to know is how can you sit there looking so proud,
and what have I ever done to you,
nothing,
no, nothing,
nothing it is true,
yes, curse you,
because you only leave me feeling blue,
so go,
go away you wretched thing,
and do not bother me again,
a sinple request but you,
you are not my friend,
and I will hate you until the end,
you miserable cloud,
you miserable fiend,
yes, I will hate you until the end,
until you disappear and I see the sun again,
until I see the sun again.

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