I'm suffering from a disease that all poets fear, so much so that they never mention it
It's taken a lot for me to admit it, so I'll say it loud and clear, ladies and gentlemen, I AM A HAPPY POET!
There, I said it, wow! That feels good to get out, I didn't mean to scare the emotional Goths in the crowd
But I had to say it, even if it loses me respect and clout, I've made peace with it, even if it doesn't make me proud
If you're all wondering how this happened, I'll tell you, though it came on me by surpise
I've had some time to mull it over, until the bigger picture came into view, so it's easier now to surmise
I have just as many break-up poems as everybody else, but now I can't relate to even one
I had all of the anger, depression, all the poets' whistles and bells, and then... I became a husband to a wife, a father to a son
That's when it all changed, that's when I realized, four-fifths of my poetry was no longer relevant
My thought process became rearranged, I came to like all that I'd despised, so much so that I had to write this as a testament
That I now know why poets fear happiness with such passion, there's nothing left to bitch and whine about
Believe me, I understand that you hate my happiness, I do have compassion, just as I understand your need to petulantly pout
Hell, I was one of you less than two years ago, my mind as dark a morass as a Louisana swamp
My face was also lit with a wan glow, as I, too, sat typing dirges on loneliness into my comp
And even now, the darkly cynical poet within me wants to go back, just so I'll have more of a reason to write
The gothic loner within me wants to revel in melancholy and dress all in black, but those are distant voices in my Marley sense of,
"Every'ting's gaun' be alright,
Every'ting's gaun' be alright now,
Every'ting's gaun' be alright"
I'm sorry if you were expecting something deep and filled with meaning, or a personal story filled with woe
To all those filled with issues to expound, I didn't mean to be demeaning, this happiness is something new to me, and the only thing I've got to flow
So, there you have it, there's the story I came to tell, nothing about loneliness, anger, rape, or race
Just a poem about sidestepping personal demons and personal hell, and finding happiness in my wife, my life, and my son's innocent face.
