I think the only way to deal with this is to quote some favorite John Prine lyrics.
"My spirit& #39;s broke,
My mind& #39;s a joke,
and getting up& #39;s real hard."
"Sabu was sad
the whole tour stunk.
The airlines lost
the elephant& #39;s trunk."
"A heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter.
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there,
wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow."
"Flo talked slow like real wet paint, said a middleman& #39;s there when the other ones ain& #39;t."
"You come home late and you come home early.
You come on big when you& #39;re feeling small.
You come home straight and you come home curly.
Sometimes you don& #39;t come home at all."
"It don& #39;t make much sense
that common sense
don& #39;t make no sense
no more."
"She& #39;s a shut-in without a home."
"It got so hot, last night, I swear,
you couldn& #39;t hardly breathe.
Heat lightning burnt the sky like alcohol.
I sat on the porch without my shoes
and I watched the cars roll by.
As the headlights raced
to the corner of the kitchen wall."
Thank you Mr. Prine.
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