February 27, 2025
When everyone else is asleep,
And when there is nary a peep,
That‘s when the demons come rolling in.
So put on your red-neck mullet,
And arm yourself with silver bullets,
And put one under each of their chins.
And the monsters under the bed?
You need to shoot them in the head,
There’s no reason to be tormented by your fears.
Tie them up with a stout rope,
Make it one made of pure hope,
And chortle with laughter instead of crying tears.
When the time gets a little manic,
Teetering on the edge of panic,
And you feel that onset of relentless anxiety.
Learn to stave off the attacks,
Use breathing (or poetry) to relax,
And decide you have control defiantly.
It is too often easy to forget,
And let ourselves wallow in regret,
You feel like moving away to Cincinnati.
But I want you to remember,
At least once, before September,
That it is only you that can make you happy.