Theresa Ann Moore
The Diagnosis - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
You deviate like a highway of hills and dips.
Contrasting expressions exude from your lips.
Your disposition changes from serious to tickled.
The doctor’s diagnosis is that you are very fickled.
The affliction that you are displaying is worrisome.
This behavior must be studied to finalize an outcome.
It is perplexing; you don’t have a fever or a cough.
The results are back; your mental equilibrium is off…
There is a treatment for your curious abnormality…
With therapy, you’ll be renovated back to normality.
Your emotions will walk a narrow road of tolerance.
You will learn to follow in line with other accepting ants.
Thank you for your sincere and responsible annotations.
With all due respect, I’ll turn down your recommendations.
For you see, I am thankful for the passion I feel from events.
I prefer the term multifaceted; boredom is what it prevents.
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