Feeling mega blah and blergh and
just the outright champion of apathy at
this moment when really I should be
full of joie de vivre but this cloud
of blah creeps and sneaks and slides
all over me, a blanket of blah
if you will where I sit (quietly)
wondering if there is a point to any
of the rubbish I see stretched out
before me.

Just a torrential outpouring of blah
is all I can see, a river of it
cascading in criss cross towards my
personage, the blergh and the blorgh
and the unending sense of blah stacking
up like tin cans on a shelf owned by
a prepper, only I do not want this
sheer volume of blah! I am fed up to
my non existent gills! Where is the
excess flow pipe? I need it.