30 May 2012
*to be read in a dull, depressing voice*
Hi, the name's Billy, I'm kind of a gnome, And I've been diagnosed with: 'Bad-gnome-syndrome'.
It's not all that bad, It just means I'm depressed, I hate what I am, And I get really stressed.
If I was a pixie, Life would be sweet, But instead I'm a gnome... Oh, what a treat.
So, yeah, I'm depressing, Boring and plain, Apparently dullness- Can make you insane...
But I'm not insane yet, So that theory's wrong, And I've been around, For, well, rather long.
I tried out some therapy, Group and alone, But nothing could knock, My dull from my tone.
I hate being chubby, And fishing rods suck, Put me in your garden, I won't give you luck.
Smash me to pieces, End my grey life, Or carve me anew, With a better, new knife.
Depressed Gnome's Lament. • Opuss № I