When constant gloom becomes my style
I stack my woes up in a pile
The line moves slow it’s single file
Every step seems like a mile
And each request gets a denial
So then I choose a different aisle
Simply toss my friends a smile
And Life improves for quite awhile
Ignore and shun those selfish swine
Who sell us “what is yours is mine”
Seven friends did not eat nine
In life expect a crooked line
Do things that send chills down your spine
Replace your tea cups with a Stein
Sing loud your song dismiss the whine
I’ve got enough take some of mine
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For some to swim must others sink?
Are views the clearest from the brink?
Perhaps it’s time to pause and think
Let our righteous egos shrink
Write words in chalk and not red ink
Change darker hearts again to pink
Who will have the grace to blink
And cast aside this poison drink?
