It’s Okay to be Sad Everyday
clear skies are the feathers
with which the lesser gods
tickle their twats and dicks
sunshine
is the gleam of a puckered asshole
about to take a big shining shit of insipidness
all over your stupid fucking heart
any god worth a damn
would be filled with pain
all the time
filled to the brim with rain
and
He
She
or Thee
would never stop crying
over how empty everything is