ZEN Bitchin'

Nega-star

Wallowing in grief and sadness

I didn’t realize that instead

Of being unhappy I was

Increasingly becoming

Like a pig in a pool of mud:

Oblivious and indifferent

To all the things I thought

Caused my deep misery.

Sure, I still keep my family

At bay, all my friends insist

On frustrating me, my job

Is as un-fulfilling as ever,

And my love-life remains

Bitterly non-existent, while

The rest of the world teeters

On the precipice of doom via

Wars, disease, and the effects

Of climate change.

I think, when the real shit

Hits the fan, I will only have

My Misery to shield me from

The stinking gobs that will

Soil the perkiest and liveliest

Of these damn optimists.

Because shit really happens.

And sometimes, they rule, too.

Phnom Penh, 2009

Copyright Michael P. De Guzman