Untitled Snarl

Maybe its just me and my lack of sleep
But it seems all the hoodwinks of the world 
have come out of their larded woodworks, 
to welcome me with nothing but obnoxious gusto
in sneaky attempts to bamboozle my day

Go away! What is with this astrological wave of crass
that's coating the majority of this world's existence, like molasses
making it sticky like gum to the souls of our shoes

How I long to scurry
back into the rabbit holes
to tip toe back into the safety of my bed and blanket.
I am not the only one...

So let the covers smother and cover us as our pillow cradles our cheek
For who cares if it's the middle of the afternoon?!
Let us sleep! (Is that it? Is that the answer?)
Why try to fight this mess, when this day just won't let us be!
For we are tired! We are thwarted! Disenchanted!   
We are human and we are making mistakes! Me!

I scanned my contract of existence today
And at no point does it state 
That I have to be  bubbly and cheerful and kind 24 hrs a day. 
Yes despite popular belief
I do experience emotions other then
Silliness, happiness, and other boisterous things screaming with serendipity
Yes this is me! So be it! 

I woke up this morning only to misplace my faith 
Over analyzing myself for the mistakes I have made
Only to be confronted by all those who lacked an honest face. Cliché? Well bite me.   
I'm a peculiar member of this imperfect race. 
I am human.

I know what I need....
Forget sleeping and hiding, that is only a delay
All that pent up venting and ranting and verbal tantrums! 
Get. It. Out. Dance! Stomp! Stomp!  Declare! Scream! Howl with no shame! 

Afterwards I will begin to witness in a new perspective
The sometimes absurdity of this sticky existence
And as I bathe, symbolic, in an abundance of bubbles
Clean! I will be able to laugh at it all again.