If the Diaper's Loaded, Change It

Is your mind in the gutter, full of what you shouldn't utter? Or perhaps it's your conscience which eats you alive with slanderous nonsense-- about your ex, matters of sex, or your neighbor's pecs? Heh-heh, join the club, bub. You're not going to drown in this tub --Glub, glub, glub-- You won't necessarily be snubbed Or flub the proverbial dub. There is a solution to all this pollution of your most precious resource, your mind, of course. Just take a deep breath, heave a huge sigh; Look up at the sky; LOL, "My oh my." Then flip the switch, Count your blessings; That'll get rid of What is depressing: Fuming over how much your ex hates you and you her? --Start counting the days since you had to occupty the same space with her. Now there, don't you feel better already, your load a bit lighter? Seething because you haven't had sex since the passing of Tyrannosaurus Rex? --Start counting all the partners who you avoided who'd have cursed you with a hex. Whew! Aren't you happy now that you didn't bite off more than their fair necks? Jealous of the shape your neighbor's in? Plotting to undo his diet & do him in? --Start recalling all the meals you've enjoyed that you've have had to skip: I'll bet in a minute or two you'll be convinced that life for him is a gyp. The grass is always greener on the other side: When we start rolling in the mud, we slip and then slide into negative thoughts and soul-poisoning contemplation, at which time what's called for is refreshment and rejuvenation, starting with a change of the the mind's diaper, to rid it of a load of toxic pollutants and misdirected fury untold. April 16, 2018