Glad To Say [rev.] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Time to stop pursuing food and find another way
to increase the interest in my little life with nothing
happening, diminished contrast and lack of focus
means it always stays the same and thus it seems
my mindless existence cannot serve a purpose

Time to dream of scary things to sharpen the mind
and find the great variety of the smorgasbord of life
with more options than in days past - there must be
a way to inspire our creative ability to live life in joy,
living like automatic pre-programmed robots is sad

Watching TV indiscriminately I discovered another
way of life where an undersized ugly-duckling with
oversized-bust proclaimed she lives life like a doll;
botoxed, plastic-surgery lips, cheeks & tightened
eyes made her life a total misery & she was glad

To say pain reminded her she's living like a doll,
her petite body can't support her supersize bust,
people stop & stare aghast -yet she just goes to
a psychologist who makes her repeat she has a
right to live as she chose and being a doll is her

Choice, she happily traipses down the street on
too-high heels almost falling over but overjoyed
at being an idiot repeating over and over - I live
my life as a doll: THIS kind of robotic existence
where the only creativity is inspiring abject fear

In other people, horrified by religious dedication
to stupidity; isn't for me - my dream is adding to
the Fount of Infinite Wisdom & Classic Beauty