Just thinking out loud about my life situation, since I write verse, here's part of my curse.

Think you got it made,
better keep plenty of sugar,
for your sour lemonade.
In my glass I dumped a ton of sugar,
still so sour it made me stagger.
Ended up dumping my drink,
made my eyes swell and wink.

My day went the same,
seems the devil got in my name.
The more positive I got,
the more things went from cool to hot.
But I kept my head cool,
seems the devil still upped his drool.

One day out of many,
peace I've never hardly seen any.
Other than the butt I kiss,
my lifes been just like this.
Full of sour lemonade!
Better enjoy the times
you have it made.

Cause they won't last long!

G