LXV just skip this one

I'm blue enough to be a Smurf right now,
With a big batch of melancholy plus,
If there were ten of myselfs sitting round,
I'd be sorry enough for all of us.
I'm worse than any Henry James novel,
The ones where moody thoughts go on and on,
And you wish they just wouldn't think at all,
So you could stop reading of all their wrongs.
I'm really getting down to my last nerve
With this completely rotten attitude,
I wish that from this me-swamp I could swerve,
And steer after much livelier pursuits.
   I'll roust myself as soon as I am able,
   And start my search for a cave that has cable.