I had forgotten the feels
Of many bad days in a row
Until -
All my daily apps
Struck on a united front

Unfathomable how they met
The sneaky PMS devil
Whose only wish is
Me weeping on a sidewalk
And climbing into chasm dark

And do it, I wanted to badly,
Void of my everyday riches
Of endorphin loots and highs
Instead chained by payment failures
And overflowing greyed out classes

Trudging back in despair
I tumbled into a rabbit hole
Of Youtube instrumental covers
Complementing cake of chocolate
While tucked under covers

Is there a moral to the tale?
Despair never, for there are
More apps that never pale
To feed daily quests
Of gratification.