A Mood to Swallow: A Full-Fledged Gripe!

A description of a dark day getting better - a rhyming poem.

Gathered in tunnels, shackles and chains.
Scooped up by owners, dogs on the brains.
Glory to Heaven, lives down the drains -
Sunny, then rainbows - viewed once it rains…

Holding a beauty, while strolling along.
Jukebox is playing some fabulous song.
At the bar drinking, the money’s still strong.
Family and friends watching victories gone wrong!

A bad mood starts early, then gets going later.
Each day’s a homer, a pitch that’s a tater.
Ecstasy’s burden is a new air inflater -
Sharing balloons for each circus clown skater!

Chasing a blossom is a new, wilted rose.
Strutting like talent makes one stay on their toes.
Doors which were open might suddenly close.
Life seems a reminder of yesterday’s pose! 

Come for the minuses - aim for a plus.
Hammers are missing and making one cuss.
Never receiving - thrown under a bus.
Bother relating - deflect all the fuss…