Think positive they declare in each appeal
Teacher, preacher, management guru
Is it honestly the way to feel?
Or it’s the feeling we shall rue?
Is it really so simple to think
Positive and rave and rant.
A relief to blame some other fink
For not doing the things we can’t?
The gurus write books and make money
The ‘haves’ live up the pretense
The bamboozling can actually be funny
While the ‘have-nots’ crumble in defense.
Forever you fought each negative thought
Hope springs eternal, you think.
It’s a whole lot more than what you sought
You eventually end up with a shrink
Negative strength sometimes belies the power talk
It entwines, entraps, invades and enslaves.
It stalks, you baulk. Go take a walk.
Positive sounds positively naïve.
Two negatives make a positive.
Tell them not to write books
Which give false hope in affirmative?
Reality? They don’t know how it looks.