The Edge...

Do you ever feel overwhelmed? I have hit a funk the last week or so and to cope today I wrote the following poem.

Disclaimer: Poets sometimes use strong language (uh-duh) so ear muffs if you don't like it.

Beast

Feed the Beast
your nay-saying ways.

Feed the Beast
your gloomy fucking days.

Feed the Beast
your negative vibes.

Feed the Beast
your trumped up lies.

Feed the Beast
your bullshit fears.

Feed the Beast
your elephant tears.

Feed the Beast
your pointless facts.

Feed the Beast
so I can relax.

Feed the Beast
your annoying voice.

Feed the Beast
so I have the choice.

To starve the Beast.