Hear ye, hear ye!
Those of you who are depressed, don’t be blue, for you’ve been blessed!
Listen to this here decree, from our Great King, (long live he):
As the king of this great nation, I’m fraught with irate frustration.
Everybody’s been so dour, sourer with ev’ry hour.
So, I say this unto thee:
No more sadness! No more sorrow! Happiness and harmony!
Only gladness on the morrow.
Miles of smiles, up and down.
File away your futile frown, for on this day I do declare:
Pain is passé, dispose despair!
All must show proclivity for fervent positivity.
And if anyone complains — whiners, assh’les, and curmudgeons —
Will spend life locked up in chains, deep within my castle’s dungeons.
Debbie-downers will be bludgeoned.
Lo! The law is optimism.
Only bring cheer, here on out.
So, my sovereign catechism:
Everything is fine, no doubt!
This poem was written and submitted by rosemary k.