Swimming With Pessimism

 

The human optimist
I wish I could be
always carries
in their wallet
a sunshine light beam
as an antidote
to the disease
of melancholy
which can strike 

any of us anytime

My cynical brethren
who roll with the sniping majority
mock these light dispensers
because misery
not only loves company
it recruits it actively

I do so despise

being on this losing team

of bitter pessimists 

that reeks of negativity

which is only natural

given our self hating proclivity