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,
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
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
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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