We all have bad days,
They just make the good ones seem even better.
Caused people being rude,
Heard your mood can be affected by the weather.
You can garnish my wages, but these pages hold gold.
Told my life, written with rhymes,
A different story each time.
Curse words in each verse, followed by slurred verbs,
If seen in public, you'd ""Observe the Absurd.""
I live my life by a saying I once heard..
It goes:

At least you're not dead, not yet
Does the tone of my voice make that sound like a threat?
I said:
At least you're not dead, not yet.
No. No. No.