A Grade ‘A’ Gray Day

Why must it be gray
For the entire day
A perfect picture of doom
Vision obscured by gloom
Nothing shiny, nothing bright
I can’t wait for the end of night
I woke up and immediately took aim
Are there any rules to this game
Punched my arms and kicked my shin
Discarded me into the garbage bin—
That’s what it’s like when the sun refuses shining
Still for the ‘Great Unknown’ I am always mining
Pick and shovel, I double down
I’m either the joke or I’m the clown
Push my buttons, squeeze my nose
If only I could turn shit into a rose
But I am an illusion, not a magician
I murdered reality on a secret mission
And so I find myself here
I’m a bottle of whiskey, I’m a mug of beer
I’m a one-winged bird, flying in a circle
Wait. “Did I do that?”what am I, Steve Urkel?
Quicksand. Venus fly-trap — welcome to my head
You ask, why the melancholy, why the dread

It just had to be gray
For the entire day