Positivity.
I’ve stared
at that word
for quite a
while now
wondering
what I should
write about
it. And all I
have is that
I’m positive
I don’t have
anything good to say.
I thought I
should perhaps,
write
something slightly
more upbeat
than my last
few poems.
They’ve been
somewhat
down in the dumps
and I should
try to bring a little
positivity
into our lives.
But then
life, being what it is,
seems to get
in the way and my
patience for
the general incomprehensible
nonsense
overflowing from the bowels of
humanity makes
me lift my feet up, trying to
avoid each miserable
puddle to miserable puddle
like a child
splashing through the street after the rain.
Avoiding all
the muckity-muck as
best as I
can, while whispering the
most profane
of curses and swears.
In the vilest
way, I swear and grumble
in streams
of rage and impatience.
At the
endless masochism puddled
in my path.
Positivity.
Be positive.
“You look
nice today,” I say.
Crap.
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