Why Are You Depressed? Poem by Janice M Pickett

I am sorry to hear you are depressed
I am guessing you missed out on success
Things not going right
In the middle of the night
you lie awake
with burdens on your chest



Well spend a little time now contemplating

on how long my heavy problem has me waiting

for I long to have some lovers

that I can kiss beneath the covers

but how can I when

I just can't get to dating?



I bulge into my jeans with hips of jelly

and I cannot close my zipper

from fat belly

If I had a real sharp kife

I'd cut off all this strife

I've seen the doctors do it on the telly



This pimple on my nose is getting bigger

when I go out in the street the people snigger

I hate my ugly face

and I feel a disgrace

all I want to be a cute gold digger



Those girls get all the guys that they can handle

to them I could never hold a candle

so in my bed alone

I shall weep and simply moan

and I bet your problems now seem elemental