The Sulk
And I suppose
What it comes
Down to
Is ordinary patience
With irrationality
And impossibility
There is no fight
To be had
There is no
Point
In impatience
For the argument is not
Between two
But between
One
And to heavily
Coil the spring
Against impossibility
Is a waste
Of everyone's time
Especially your
Own
So roll a cigarette
Open a beer
Read a good book
Let the fireworks
Explode
In silence
If they have to
Put your feet up
Enjoy the show
And those who
Aren't
Truly mad
Or even less mad
Will see the sunrise
Eventually
Regardless
Of
Anything
Anyone else
Does
Or doesn't
Do
Candice Reineke
Tue 1st Jul 2014 22:39
Ha, I like that hint of snarkiness in your poems. You pull it off nicely ;)