I have this buddy that comes to visit me.
Do you know him, he may even visit thee?

After he arrives, I am never feeling mellow.
I think he is of Asian ancestry this fellow.

When he visits he always leaves me feeling blue.
If I allow him in and with me he shares a brew.

Our conversations are of how hard done by I am.
He never lets me feel that my life is not a sham.

He must be a good chum because he visits frequently.
Showing up when I am down, with regular frequency.

I do not relish the time we spend when I let him in.
I can't seem to help myself, letting him in yet again.

I need to acknowledge him with more diplomacy.
Not letting him make his visits with such regularity.

I never feel healthier after we have spent time together.
I would have more fun if we talked about the weather.

I must find a new playmate, with whom I spend my time.
One who cares more about me, than how my life is slime.

The next time he knocks at my door, my buddy, Poor Me.
I have to say "I don't want you today, to come and visit me."