A Pessimist’s Plea

Indira T,  III Year B.A. Economics

Life ain’t a bed of roses my friend,

And if you don’t agree,

I have the perfect remedy.

If you think you can go through life,

And never meet strife,

Well, my friend, you have a malady

That, thankfully, I can remedy.

Just have some bitter chocolate

The next time that you

Think that success

Is for the hardest

Workers; it ain’t true.

Just have some bitter chocolate

The next time that you

Are feeling yellow,

For you ought to be blue.

‘What nonsense!’ you cry.

‘Why on earth would I try

to feel blue?’

My friend, have you

Bid adieu

To your mind?’

Wait a minute,

Let us rewind.

Who said anything about trying?

You don’t even have to, and

Here’s why.

The leader of a nation that ends in A

Is a world class jay

[That’s a person who talks in a foolish way]

[The above is applicable to most leaders of today].

Meanwhile, at home, we’re in a real bind,

For, what do you find?

There’s a shortage of cash !

Oh! Our heads we do bash

At this problem, this quandary,

Our pathetic plight.

But it’s nothing next to the blight

On the poor Syrian people,

Whose country’s on the tip of a steeple.

Oh Plum! I could go on

About a thousand other things;

About an EU that’s foregone

And terrorism’s doings.

So you see, there is reason nil

To be optimistic still,

And if you fit the bill

Of someone who’s chill,

Well, my friend, you have a malady

That, thankfully, I can remedy;

Just have some bitter chocolate

And you’ll no longer be ill.

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