The Bad, The Worse And The Worst
THE bad has arrived
how can i refuse it? Then
it gets worse,
i have no cure for it,
and then
it goes worst,
it wants to eat me
but i stay cool
there is no reason
to panic
i hold on to the arms
of reason
the bad is temporary
just like the worse
the worst is simply the symptom
that bad is about end
when they leave
they leave together
so i just sit there
fan myself
and do not mind about
all of them
at all
they are bad anyway
and do not deserve my
attention
in that room
i only prepare
a cup of vanilla
ice cream
for myself
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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