Another Mediocre Poet

When will you know you’re done? Your rock bottoms have become your source of fun You stay indoors for days with bed sheets to block out the sun It is no wonder you are banned from owning a gun.

You refuse to take it by the hour And won’t seek help from a Higher Power You were once an orb in the dark but now a Debbie Downer.

You’ve been to Paris to visit the Eiffel Tower But today you struggle to take a shower You miss your sister and your mother Yet won’t help yourself lest another There are people waiting for you to recover.