Why Can’t It Actually Suck?

The world is fine, mostly alright,

With occasional bits of blight.

I’m decently fed and slept okay

And nothing much got in my way.

The weather’s cool, the sports are going,

The mountain’s tall, the river’s flowing

And I’m just here like “Okay,

“But can I please sulk anyway?”

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