Funk Master Jam #2 - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

This is the weekend of the funk
Where I’d probably be better off drunk
At least I’d have a reason for being depressed
Rather than starting to detest
Every facet of my being
I’m too old to be fleeing
This world by the unnatural
Because of the subsequent collateral
Damage
The funk is disconsolating
Because it’s as if I’m suffocating
From some unseen force
That lacks remorse
The funk is disconcerting
Because the only thing I’m flirting
With is my own demise
Which defies
Any logic