Cheer Me Up, Motherfucker

I am in a poor condition. I have other conditions I can enter, but I need a push so I'll write some shit and maybe that'll do it. I don't want to but I'm sick of being morose.
        Hey this is good. The hummingbirds are back. I let their little bottle run dry, I didn't mean to, they drink sugar water like I used to drink anything I could get my hands on. You have to keep an eye on the bottle they use. They get demented if you let it dry up once they're used to it.
 I watched these two that own our back yard hook up. If you have never seen the hummingbird hookup dance show, you might want to try and get one organised.
         The female finds the sugar water. Then she goes and sits in a tree. She sings a warbley little bit and males start showing up. They are polite,as far as I can tell, no fighting like we do. They stay away from the sugar water.
              They shoot straight up, one at a time, to out of sight. They come back down like kamakaze street racers who want to die, but they pull up and go get back in line.
   One by one, as long as it takes they do the dive bomber thing to show the little babe their stuff. Finally, she picks one, brings him over to the sugar water, and then they own it.
          The other guys? They lose. Where do they go? Probably to a bar to drown their misery and play pool and talk shit.
              It's love at its best.