so you’re an optimist 

that’s some cult

ignoring science,

advice of the young 

 

an optimist 

how transgressive 

obvious, annoying 

how retarded 

 

you cling to things 

you don’t understand 

put faith in people 

without plans 

 

believe in love 

like beatles songs 

keep on working 

after time’s run out 

 

like an insect 

on a flower 

like a beautiful woman 

you devour 

 

praise and blame

comes out the same 

drawing stars for dots 

on the “i”’s of your name 

 

and I’m coming 

to believe 

anything 

you say