HAPPY HOURS

What can I write, since I’m not depressed?
Do I write about sunshine and being so blessed?
Shall I drip with honey and never berate?
Such precious and sweet things I’ll pontificate.

I sleep until ten and wake up jammin.’
It’s been ages since I had my head examined.
My counselor finally just let me go.
Our discussions were upbeat, blow by blow.

I’m “little miss pleasant” with a constant grin.
It’s been a year since my stay in the looney bin.
But there may be a dark cloud on it’s way to hover
because if it’s not one thing----it’s my mother.