Madman’s Inner Monologue

Musing on the advice given to me,

I settle in for another long night.

(Be happy, damn you. What else could you be

 

But happy? Why wallow in misery?

Are you doing it just to start a fight?)

Musing on the advice given to me,

 

I ponder what it would take to be free,

What I would have to do to make things right.

(Be happy.) Damn you! What else could you be

 

But a ghost that torments incessantly,

A revenant that revels in its spite,

Musing on the advice given to me,

 

Plotting one last cruelty out perfectly?

What can I do but prepare for some slight?

(Be happy, damn you.) What else? Could you be

 

More helpful? Would I know it when I see–

Never mind. There’s nothing here but a trite

Musing on the advice given to me.

(Be happy, damn you. What else could you be?)

 

There you have it, folks. Thirty poems in thirty days. Tune in tomorrow for something that is absolutely not going to be poetry!

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