The Bad, The Worse And The Worst Poem by RIC BASTASA

THE bad has arrived
how can i refuse it? Then
it gets worse,
i have no cure for it,
and then
it goes worst,
it wants to eat me
but i stay cool
there is no reason
to panic

i hold on to the arms
of reason

the bad is temporary
just like the worse
the worst is simply the symptom
that bad is about end

when they leave
they leave together

so i just sit there
fan myself
and do not mind about
all of them
at all

they are bad anyway
and do not deserve my
attention

in that room
i only prepare
a cup of vanilla
ice cream
for myself