Grumbling

When the tough of life wraps up your head
and all you want is back to bed,
every day feels much too long
and things you do all turn out wrong;

the silver duct tape of the past
holds your nasty memories fast.
You're sluggish, frozen, and prevented
from watching movies sitting, rented.

When all your face can do is frown
and every way you turn is down,
they'll tell you what you need is pills
and other pharmaceuticals.

If feeling like psychic carrion
a tip (although contrarian):
When the grind becomes a crunch,
troubles clotting in a bunch,
around each turn you take a punch...
Say "what the hell" and go to lunch.