Slap down the people with the negative tone
Offer them gum so their mouths have something to do
Tell them to leave your happiness alone
Reply that that hatefulness rag doesn’t do it for you
Offer them gum so their mouths have something to do
Point their compasses toward the trees and the flowers
Reply that that hatefulness rag doesn’t do it for you
Whistle, warble, caw and guffaw to the birds perched in the bowers
Point their compasses toward the trees and the flowers
Explain that life’s too short to hang with that negativity crap
Whistle, warble, caw and guffaw to the birds perched in the bowers
Escape as soon as you can from the haters and their hating trap
Explain that life’s too short to hang with that negativity crap
Tell them to leave your happiness alone
Escape as soon as you can from the haters and their hating trap
Slap down the people with the negative tone
The form is a pantoum. The inspiration is the pandemic negativity that has seeped into almost every aspect of communication and entertainment. The cause is something I’ve coined “rectocornea” or “rectocornealmoutharrhea,” where one’s vision is connected to one’s posterior, providing the patient with a… bad outlook on life. The cure begins when one admits to having a problem. “Hi! I’m Bill and I’m addicted to constant trash-talk.” “Hi, Bill!” Too often, however, the patient seats (if you’ll pardon the expression) the cause somewhere else. More specifically, with someone else… mother, father, sibling, religious figure, politician… the person who sold them the lemon of a car they are driving, etc. The truth is, no one can make you or me act, think, speak or write miserably; it’s all on the individual. I’ve decided I’m tired of hearing it all, reading it all, being asked to stomach it all. Life is just too short to put up with other people’s crappy attitudes! Feel free to disagree.
Posted on Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub.