That's Real Sick Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The only thing I 'now' resent,
After thinking of those times spent...
Being then by others resented,
Is wondering why I allowed my mind...
To find reasons to care,
Why others wasted their time,
Resenting how I spent mine.
And today with time on my mind to waste,
I find I'm spending more of it resenting.

'That's crazy.'

I know.
But as I age who knew it would give me pleasure?

'That's real sick.'

I know.
I try to stay as hip as possible.