The Pessimist's Delight
Gray days come in somber packages
Wrapped with foggy-shaded bows
Perfect venues for lonely pessimists
Wallowing in life's unfortunate throes.
Sadly, some folks enjoy their despair
They like to spread it far and wide
Dragging someone else into their muck
Seems to elevate their waning self-pride.
How easy it is to transfer self-flagellation
To an enemy who would be most helpful
By tearing them down before their peers
Makes the loser seem more successful.
Truth is, no one ever wins a prize
Elevating oneself at another's expense
For there is absolutely nothing to gain
Betraying one's own common sense.
written July 5, 2021
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