the fuck up who never fails.

 "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."
                                                   - Dr, Seuss

I smile, singing a tune.

The melody is simple and serene.

The words come naturally as an escaping balloon

that is never popped in the branches of a tree.
"good old disappointment

never knew when to quit.

He would never trust any one.

He was a worthless piece of shit."

I smile at my serenity

nearly taking a victory lap

while patting myself on the back.
Than say proudly, "in spite of his racism Dr. Seuss was a poet."
But whimsy has a fault.
The lack of direness.
That without pretensions
we can not kick against the pricks.
While the economy has a place.
The truth is nonreductive and clear.
"I wish I could appreciate you
whenever you are near."
 how many time have you spared your time?
Though still, you wouldn't post my bail.
how many time have you brought seasons alive
for the fuck up who never fails?