Absolutes are Absolutely Wrong

Things aren’t always absolute shit
I concede
Grudgingly
Can’t help but look up and smile
At the torrential downpour
Running down my neck
Pooling in my shoes
Giving my blazer a much needed wash
This is New York rain
Hard, fast & strangely romantic
As Pantera coats my open ears
And I cut a particularly striking figure
Sartorial negligent elegance personified

Deep in my head

Doomsday prophets reign supreme

But out in the urban air

Thick with humidity and opportunity

Things are never as bad as they seem

Don’t rush to Armageddon conclusions
Sometimes all you need is good music and a nice big hat
To keep the water from your eyes

Good luck

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