I feel this feeling
starting low
as if from the depths
the hard bottom
of my soul

As if the bottom
is frightfully bad
a waiting nightmare
that, plus sad.

It feels like the end
the end is here
it feels like
there’s nothing
that I can hold dear
it feels like death
but I’ve never been there
it feels like horror
everywhere.

It’s an old friend
because I don’t have many
and this feelings been with me
through thin and plenty.
It was first
and it’s a hog
taking up all the room
stretching out on the log

Fucking feeling
you’ve been bad to me
fucking feeling
you make me sad
to me.

Leave me alone
would you please
so I can just
die in peace.

And then,
on a bird’s song
it changed
and the drums
and trumpets
blared,

The Chubby Humanitarian