Gibberish

Jerry got booted out finally
and Sylvester remained!
That kinda lifted my mood really
from the dismal results obtained.

It just isn't the same anymore
with things all awry like that;
maybe it's just a warped lore
that on certain days I'm squashed flat.

Cinderella has Fairy Godmother
but pray, what have I?
Three pesky lil' brothers
and a perpetual sigh.

It's this angsty Sprite in me
stirring up these woes.
It taunts in unabashed glee
until I deem myself my foe.

What would cheer me up I think
would be my memories dispelled.
The Sprite now offers a mysterious wink
and says 'yes, it might all turn out well.'

I will myself to believe in that,
for salvation never seemed so near.
So entangled in this messy net
I work to dispel my fear.

It's achievable, I believe.
Because the point is to forget,
and to cast aside and leave.
Alas, the inability to love will be my only real regret.