depression sat
like a big black hat
like a pat becoming a push
like a turd fresh from the tush

but why give into that
I’m not a doormat
or a self-serving cat
why stay so gruesomely flat

so I’m out with my bat
striking hard with a whack
flatten that selfish brat
bringing my sunshine back

life’s too short to wallow
coz it only leaves me hollow
and I’m far better than that
so why give in to the rat

let life burst forth
love joy and hope are first
turmoil can’t swallow
my heart I shall follow!