… today’s forecast calls for
fair-to-partly indifferent,
with a chance of afternoon apathy…
… is what should rather have been said.
alas, the daily forecast:
it’s big on generalities
but light on specifics.
if only traffic was so light,
or the rain,
or expectations.
but both light and lightness
are lacking,
one blocked by clouds, and
the other by
acedia
and this truck
So I’ve been called irascible
A charge that I find risible
I seldom carp
Or bellyache
And mostly am invisible
Yet I’ve been called a malcontent
I guess that’s true to some extent
But yet it seems
To me at least
My carping is a nonevent
For when I take to grumbling
It’s hesitant and stumbling
I’d never to seek
To show you up
Or subject you to humbling
But my complaints are few and small
I’m sure you find them passable
So cool your jets
And take a pill
And don’t call me
Irascible
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He wanted to
Revivify
A purposeless
Existence
So joined the local
Polychrome,
And smiled at their
Insistence —
But though their colors
Pleased the eye,
Their way he’d soon
Depart
For bright prismatics
Cannot house
The silver-gray
At heart
