It's Okay to be Sad Everyday

clear skies are the feathers

with which the lesser gods

tickle their twats and dicks

sunshine

is the gleam of a puckered asshole
about to take a big shining shit of insipidness
all over your stupid fucking heart 

any god worth a damn

would be filled with pain
all the time

filled to the brim with rain

and

He

She

or Thee

would never stop crying
over how empty everything is