Here is a very short poem. It expresses my feelings currently. It is very short because the allergy meds I’m on are making my brain fuzzy.

The Stupidest Tree

Cottonwood, my great foe,
Stop blooming now, leave me alone.
I hate your flying little pollens
They make me sneezy and oh so sullen.
Please sleep or die, I’d take either.
Or I will come at you with a very sharp cleaver.