Polemic poetry: for when seeking out the relevant person is simply not worth the effort.
Sorry for the lack of activity recently, I normally try not to go more than a week without a new piece but for some reason this one took a bit longer than normal.
Thank you for caring enough
To take the time
To tell me you don’t care.
What gets me is why on earth you bothered.
Did you think I’d be crushed, that I value
What someone like you thinks?
No. What eats at me is all those times
I did look to you after telling a joke
To see if you were laughing.
Or found my opinion shifting from one pole to the other
The minute you opened your mouth.
Once you made me despise myself,
But now it’s not even worth my time to despise you.
The circle is complete.
‘There are lots of ways of being miserable, but there’s only one way of being
comfortable, and that is to stop running round after happiness. If you make
up your mind not to be happy there’s no reason why you shouldn’t have a
fairly good time.’ – Edith Wharton, The Last Asset
A little defeatist, yes, but I thought the point about not trying to pursue happiness (to paraphrase the Declaration of Independence) was worth sharing.