Imaginary Blues from Naked Organ by Mistress Jen

Gotta good life 
A roof over my head 
I gotta a good-paying, steady job 
A good man in my bed 
Yeah I got little to complain about 
but that don't stop me 
I'm fishing for sympathy 
and soothing words to prop me 
My head's in a tizzy 
I'm all upset  
about things that haven't even
happened yet 
I'm a natural born pessimist 
What can I do,
I've got  the imaginary blues--

My self-serving bias 
is pathologically reversed 
I can't recognize a good thing 
'cuz I'm convinced I'm cursed (in a way I am) 
Life's little victories 
I can't enjoy 
What if it all ends tomorrow? 
What if it's all a ploy? 
My refusal to give up my sadness  
is the first step on the road to madness
Worrying's the only thing 
I know how to do 
I've got the imaginary blues-

My problems are figments  
of an under-worked mind 
I make mountains out of molehills 
Just because I've got the time 
Don't have enough catastrophes 
that are real and true 
I've got the imaginary blues-- 

The clinically depressive, low-self-esteem-based, 
negative-self-talk -inflicted im-a-gi-nar-y-----blues--

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