Cookbook

Once in a while
It is just your day
To feel worthless.
The sun may be out,
The birds may be singing,
But today is your day.

What does it all mean?
Success? Life? Happiness?
On a day like this,
You are content
Just boiling, like potatoes,
In a stew, in a broth of:
-Doubt
-Self cynicism
-1/2 cup of olives
-False determination
-A pint of hate
-1 table spoon of "Am I a fuck-up?"