MY MOJO

I walk around in circles
Not sure…what’s up or down
Confused, not motivated
My mojo can’t be found.

It’s been suppressed, it’s hidden
Left somewhere in my yard
I try to “make do” without it
But afraid it’s just too hard.

Too hard to get up and out of bed
Comb my hair and wash my face
Put on my trousers and my t-shirt
I feel like such a waste.

I’m totally unproductive
All I do is play my game
Sitting home alone at night
I’m feeling so ashamed.

I wish I had a girlfriend
But I don’t have a job
No one wants to date me
I look like such a slob.

Can’t pull myself together
Need some psychotherapy
Guess I should try and contact her
So she can work on me.

I know I’m feeling sorry
Oh so sorry for myself
I know that I must reach out
Since I’m needing so much help.

I don’t want your pity
Don’t want your sympathy
Guess what I need is a friend
To spend some time with me.

It’s time to get a shovel
Start digging up the yard
I’ve got to find my mojo
Before it gets too dark.

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

5 thoughts on “MY MOJO”

  1. Thanks for sharing!.. 🙂 he is looking in all the wrong places… 🙂

    “It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.” Agnes Repplier

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