Frustration

Stress levels being tested to the hilt

Venting at others, then feeling guilt

At this stage, I am beginning to wilt

Want to trundle home to bed & bundle in my quilt.

I guess I’m just having one of those days

It started out alright, I was ablaze

The afternoon passed by in a stressed-out haze

Now evening is here & I am in a daze.

Noley arrives to cheer me up

I’m having hot chocolate, that’s my sup

It doesn’t last long, I soon empty my cup

As Noley urges me to hurry the fuck up.

We step outside, have a laugh & a joke

That’s rhyming slang, we were having a smoke

To be precise, a well-earned toke

A pre-rolled joint, a treat for some folk.

And that spelled the end of my frustration

Though still feeling some slight irritation

All things are best in moderation

So now I shall now enjoy some moderate elation.