Looks like you’re going to need your umbrella ella ella (sorry) because as you can see, it’s still raining on the this pity party parade.
Rainy Day Parade Vol 2
By Bob Christian
You need to stop crying ’bout
The game of life, ‘n’ how you’re
Losing at it – kinda shit at it.
“Dad used to hit me”? Please.
I had leather belts, fists, welts.
Told you last time. I wrote the
Book on abandonment issues,
Dearie. Want me to pass the
Tissues? Dry those crocodile
Tears? Fears of being lonely?
I’ve thrown you yet another
Rope. I hope you don’t claim
I tried to hang you with it.
Even your mother’s done
With your lies – huge fallacies.
Just STOP telling these horror
Stories. Your mask’s falling off;
It’s dropping, like your credibility.
The darkness you claim surrounds
You, is home to me. It’s where I was
Created, years ago. Yet you ignore
My hand, reaching out so many
Times, to pull you in. Back to
Safety. Maybe you just prefer
The cold and darkness?