Happy Despite the World: A Poem
I laugh at politics that imposing whore
at all dubious authorities parading around
with brainwashers that I despise to their core
and every scary demon that I beat to the ground.
Celebrating life with each and every dear breath
along with my freedom so clownish and sweet
not thinking of illnesses, not thinking of death
living this life that's wondrous and complete.
For, who are they at all to stand in my way
to thwart this momentum of my joyous flight
I shake them off my wings and continue to play
with a sovereign pride that makes me feel so right.
Despite all that misery and self-inflicted pain,
despite their trying to somehow make me join
I don't mind if my path is going against the grain
I let them have all riches, quite happy with my coin.
Given for keeps this gift of life to live
with a mind just wise enough to know it
I nurture this joy as good as I can conceive
being too grateful for it that I would ever blow it.
Despite the world and not being its copy,
but respecting and loving all creatures alive
I don't really mind my looking somewhat dopy
drunk with self-made happiness on which I thrive.