I Have the Blues (Draft 1)

I Have the Blues

I have seen depression
on the back of a cockroach, and
the insect doesn’t believe in God.

I must guard you, because
the insect is a gossip, and
vents his spleen against Kafka.

You might lose faith in God
and me if you listen to him.

Let me exterminate your doubts
with a kiss from God
and from me.

— Douglas Gilbert