I Didn't Want to Tell You This, But I Have To

It must be very disappointing to
find yourself reading another poem.
O god, you're probably thinking,
how did I end up with this
again. Imagine me,
writing this, what must my life be like?
The terrible, terrible, horrible nature
of life. The damp awful blanket of life.
The horrible swarm of insects
bean jumping in these terrible, horrible sheets.
I might or might not
hasten to add the loony way my religions
crusade through my middle east. Many
of these conversions are forced
so do not necessarily
believe the numbers from
the church.
What a dream all of this might turn out to be!
What a dream!