Yeah, I know you want something a little more up-beat
And all my poems are sad
I’d write about being happy more often
If I were happy more often, eee’gad!

But for you let me try this
It’s no big deal
For you I will write
What I do not feel

With imagination it’s easy
Word play I create
A mind set to set minds
In a worlds. Realist. State.

Happy happy joy joy
Ahh, forget this, what do you want from me
My heart is dark as midnight
And only death holds a key

I hate people, I hate life
I wish death, I stir strife
I talk proper and fool people
Sophisticated learned evil

I wasn’t always full of resentment
Bitterness and sorrow, pain and depression
But that story will not be told
This morning or after lunch
Use your imagination, and make one the hell up
Ah yes, I imagine and day dream it’s true
That one day I won’t have to imagine what it’s like to be happy
And happily write a poem for you

VYLET
CLF Member, incarcerated in FL