If this were a country song,
I’d say I’m so far down
I have to look up to
See the bottom.
I used to get more
Kicks than a horse in a
briar patch, but the old mare
Ain’t what she used to be.
I always heard that
Rock bottom is a lonely place,
But this domain is
Now well populated.
If misery loves company,
She’s become a promiscuous
Polyamorist, and we’re having
A resentment orgy.
We look up at the peak,
And get the idea a group
Of down and outers can climb up
To bring the Gods right back down.