Prose a Day (PaD) 2/365: Bitching Post

Tonight's (LATE) prose is actually a song!!! If only I could sing, or play instruments, I'd actually PLAY it, but until then, here it is in lyric form. This is the second dedicated to my muse, although today my total rage had a lot to do with
it.

Without further hesitation (I am WAAAY too sleepy to go on and on this time), I give you....

BITCHING POST - A SONG

VERSE 1
Life hands me lemons, I make lemonade,
That's all well and good when life's all cliched.
But what am I to make with this crap I've received?
Doing good, receiving bad, feeling so deceived.

Day starts with my alarm, already I'm nauseous,
Tripping, stumbling, self-inflicted pain no matter how cautious.
Go to drive home but now I can't start my car,
“Alright, day,” I say, “you've gone too damn far!”

CHORUS
While normally I come across
Cool, calm, silly, full of glee,
You know it wouldn't take much
For you to be able to see
That deep down inside there's a rage
bubbling, rumbling, set it free!

But there is one thing that cages it inside,
My one special person with whom to confide.

She's my bitching post, my bitching post,
Always right there when I need her the most.
She's my bitching post, my bitching post,
Like a therapist to the soul, I'm totally engrossed.

VERSE 2
So when I'm overwhelmed, when life's turned to shit,
When the flame under my ass can't be further lit,
I rely upon my Bitching Post to set it all straight
To alleviate my pain and all of my hate.

She listens to any crap that I sling at her,
Listens to me bitch and moan and bicker.
She calms me down as my rage continues to seethe,
As she reassures me that I just need to breathe.

SOLO
[Slow instrumental]
Breathe..... Breathe...... Breathe..... Breathe....
Breathe.... Breathe..... Breathe.... BREATHE!!!!!!
[Heavy instrumental]

REPEAT CHROUS (identical)

VERSE 3
Like a verbal punching bag, she's cleared me of stress,
Changing me from my former huffing, groaning mess.
Like a breath of fresh air, like cool water to the face,
I've left the darkness for a much brighter place.

Now that I've released, I can once again see
Happiness doesn't come on it's own, it's up to me.
That it's up to us to find our own joy,
And that's something we can't let sadness destroy.

REPEAT CHROUS (identical)

OUTRO
She's my bitching post....
My bitching post....
Always there when I need her most....
Bitching poooooossssstttttt......