This day was boring like a slow jump,
TV told, it’s the fault of Trump,
Hump,
Everywhere hump.
Feels like around no loss or gain,
Like I’m missing one and only train,
Pain,
Need a purple rain.
My feelings r sinking, mood is torn and worn,
TV swears Elvis never gone,
Long,
Long before I’d born.
Gray clouds glooming, whingie-dinging spin,
Dope doesn’t help to erase my sins,
Spleen,
All around spleen.
Blue mist is blistering in my eyes,
What else will have to be sacrificed
To be neat and nice,
In the paradise.
My heart’s bleeding all to u, my friend,
Let’s go places which have no end,
Climb the upper rand,
With a rolling band.