Fml Poem by Gary Hembree

Today I woke up and ate my bowl of doubt.
I spiced it up with the tears from my eyes.
I drank my cup full of misery.
I added two doses of get the f*ck over it.
I went to the bathroom to freshen up my uglyness.
I made it better by breaking the mirror.
I put on a nice tuxedo to step outside.
Only to realize I had a bird sh*t on it.
I could only hope in anger that the day would get better.
But then I remembered I forgot my lunch.
I fixed that by crashing into a tree.
Thanks to the random dog who had to run into the street.
As I sat there in a daze.
I begin to wonder why I keep myself a live?
So I went home without another days of pay.
I sat to think it all over.
With my gun on the table.
I picked it up and held it to my forehead.
And just as I was about to pull the trigger.
My door bell rang with a surprise.
It was the girl scouts.
With cookies.
Finally I actually felt happy.
As I closed my door after my buy.
I felt like my day would brighten up.
Until I tripped over my shoe.
Hurdling the cookies into the air.
Which then smacked into the table.
In which I had put my gun.
As my eyes grew wide at this sight.
I realized I had left the safety off.
The gun hit the floor and went off.
Blowing a hole through my brain.
I couldnt say I didnt see this coming.
As I hit the floor with blood running.
My last and only thought was.
'I think those scouts short changed me.'
FML.