Everything Is Okay If You Think First Poem by Stan Petrovich

Ponder this:
The world is round, like an apple
(Or pear really, the tug of the oblong poles doing the disfiguration) :
My life is worth what I understand;
Comedy is life in a handstand;
I'd rather laugh than cry,
But the world makes me sigh;
Roads that go nowhere are the best roads to follow;
Motels are always shallow,
But I like them;
There I am usually grim, satisfyingly grim.
Roads that take me to a demeaning job
Are scary as the Blob.
There are too many children on earth;
I like them so I give them a wide berth,
Forgive them but not their parents
Whose task of teaching morality is not apparent.
The older ones go on sprees,
Weaning the patience of people like me.
Screamers with long arms like primates
Chocolate-smeared faces in all climates,
I get tired of, but can't rid the world of;
Teach them to read, for gosh sake,
Not immortalize TV & games that are fake.
I would rate everything MA if I could;
But even adults can be stupid as wood.