Are You Jovial
Are you,
could you ever
be jovial
And if so, how would
that suit your true
persona, your whole
standing in life?
No, I mean your true
stature, the way you
truly do feel.
Would it be uplifting
and pretty darn grand
day in day out, with ok
sure some setbacks here
and there, and isn't that
to be expected at the very
least.
Or, would there be a
disconcerted what the what
is going on, wickedness
that bubbles up in the background
of your small little guise of a life
jovial means, nope
that is not me, I got
nothing totally figured out
I don't know much,
and yet still,
I'm transfixed in total
amazement
jovial means, I am a zoo
animal mailing it in,
I am no zealot who screams,
"Watch Me now", at the top
of their lungs, as they imagine
their private takeover of all
the world.
And what about the universe you
ask, is it jovial?
Do you secretly scream out,
no, it is pure a Chaotic Freak Show,
Well it could be.
Statistically nobody has no math
to figure that much out.
There could be multiple universes
after all.
I just don't know.
I would like to know more
but I realize I can know only
so much within any life
Am I jovial, a jerkoff, an *******, or
a scumbag?
I choose to be jovial.
given those choices.
Copyright © Dave Mcgahan | Year Posted 2022
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