Perils of the Serious Land

Sometimes I feel so lonely,
lonely as can be,
not in the soul but in the body,
materially.
Sometimes I feel so wronged,
wronged as can be,
and it's not my fault, but nature's,
irreparably.
Sometimes I fall in the pit
of sourness and poignancy
and the only way out is a touch of humor,
that speaks to me:
Never Seriously, Never Seriously.