I Don'T Sing the Blues
When things go wrong, I never sulk or sing the blues.
I'd rather go shopping for a brand-new pair of shoes,
or treat myself to a gigantic banana split at Molly Moos.
I'll not give up that treat no matter who might accuse
me of gaining weight. I don't care about their views.
Sometimes, when I'm alone I call a friend to schmooze
about so many things taking place in the world news.
Hardships, hatred, and wars that only serve to confuse
me. I fear a nuclear bomb threat even if it's just a ruse.
How we can tame the ire of mongers, I have no clues,
but this much I know, we must find a way to diffuse
the greedy need of those whose vitriol does not amuse
peacemakers who know how much there is to lose.
"Lawdy mercy, I's frustrated," wrote Langston Hughes.
A line that would bring a frown to the face of my muse,
so, I'm tempted to do it just to watch her blow a fuse.
October 5, 2022 ~ Single Stanza Monorhyme Contest
Hosted by L Milton Hankins
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2022
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