Perhaps if I were a different sort
I wouldn’t talk to my dogs or look for cohorts
Seeking out people of similar mind –
Or dissimilar mind, as long as they’re kind.
I’d contemplate the beauty of growing wisteria
And wonder far less about human mysteria
Why people behave as they are oft wont to do
In ways that spread more aches than the flu-est of flus.
I’d write with more deftness and amazing fluidity
That would guarantee greater financial liquidity
My ego would withstand all but the greatest of slights
Ergo my emotional baggage would be surprisingly light
Alas and alack and I might add anon
The conclusion to this is already foregone
At this point it is best to make peace with myself
With my heart sized enormous and the height of an elf..
Waiting for the Karma Truck 