THE DROLDRUMS
I feel the doldrums behind me,
The doldrums are not the place to be.
There’s nothing droll about these drums,
Just a slow, repetitive thump.
They’d been banished for a while,
About a year, I’m medicalized.
I’ve been upbeat, my IBD
Also seemed to be behind me.
But this past week that little git
Is scaring me a little bit.
I’ve been so tired, I’ve been in bed,
My body aches, so does my head.
I’m seeing doctors, doctors, yay!
Oh, for god’s sake what’s there to say?
Nobody knows, nobody agrees,
Most of them don’t listen to me.
So, hey I’m back in the doldrums,
If they were droll they might be fun.
I’ll add an R to that sad word,
Put music on, flip it the bird.
I’ll take a trip to the Droldrums,
It’s sunny there from what I’ve heard.
There are no jerks, no stupid gits,
Everyone smiles, everyone’s fit.
So, if you’d like to come along,
Just let me know, you can’t go wrong.
In the Droldrums, by the sea,
Telling jokes, just you and me.
