My Motivation Poem by King Happy

The memories I have
I don't like.

I'll spend time just thinking
about the past,
or future,
and try to make myself laugh
with improbable situations.

Like this bubbly old lady
who's a motivational speaker
and gives to charity.
She goes to church
three days a week
and decorates her house
every holiday.

Never cursed, drink,
or think
bad thoughts; not a day
in her life.

I'm listening to her talk
but in my head she's
running an underground
crime syndicate,
pistol-whipping her subordinates.

She's got an eyepatch on now
refereeing a game of
russian roulette
in a smokey dim-lit
Vietnamese basement.

"Vòng cuối! " She says
before spinning the chamber
and placing it
in his hands.

I remember nothing
she actually
said.