Other people get depressed.
Other people get depressed.
Other people get depressed.
And start to repeat themselves.
Me? I just get sad.
Justly so, I might argue.
But then, don’t like to argue.
Goes against my dogma, I could contend.
Yet again,
that’s the last thing I am, is contentious.
Not even angry.
And if you don’t agree,
Maybe you’ll fall hard
on your head.
No, not there!
Okay then,
Somewhere it won’t show.
Socrates Cafe, my ass.
He will heal.
I’m just fine.