quarantine poem 1 - rosemary k

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!

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This poem was written and submitted by rosemary k.