Done Poem by Paul Frederick

I'm sick and tired
of all the gloom
it's like i can't see a vista
or enjoy a spa
happiness seems overrated
my world is turned upside-down
i long for my senses
and my mind
call only my loyals
give them the vip
at least the acquaintances
can understand my pain
rub my shoulders down
task my tender soul
to be lifted up gayward
a song for any to sing
when will it be over
the treachery to defraud
my needless haywire directions
a sweet banter reprieve
i hear the holy spirit
that's all i want
to sleep to buellah dreamland
crash-land on an open mattress
for my dear actress
there's nobody in-between
thickening waves of lush-hand
to quiet my hummingbird
i want it with authority
an end to my chagrin
but no-one's there to figure
how i'll get the cream