Poetry III

Life is beautiful

Business management is death management

Life is beautiful when I am on a hike in the woods alone

Life is beautiful when I am climbing a rock wall alone

Life is beautiful when I am floating down a river alone

Life is beautiful when I am writing or reading a book alone

Life is beautiful when I am cooking a meal alone

Life would be beautiful when I buy a fishing permit alone

Life is beautiful when I work alone before God

Life is beautiful.

It’s the demands that I hate.

I must go to AA.

Try to make me bitch.

Then I go back to jail.

Do more tasks at work.

Try to make me cunt.

Then all hell will be rained down upon me.

Take out a woman and get laid.

You bet.

Then I enjoy paying women online.

Go see my family.

Not a chance.

Then I enjoy my isolation.

Go to church.

Uh-uh.

Spiritual desolation.

The demands of life.

Work is pleasure unless I must work then it is hell and I must work, therefore I must put myself through hell.

It's a mindset.

Something I have to do versus something I get to do.

I must exist.

Balls.

Quit myself and be a man.

Gird up thy loins.