Happy and Sad

by steve wardrip

Most poetry readers don’t want to be happy,
Sadness makes them happy.

Many poetry fans want blood on their hands, 
Many want to go to hell with roving writing bands.

Some want to be killed with death by poetry,
Some want to be alive, live in the Balboa Tree.

I just want to be appreciated,
That wasn’t anticipated.

Can’t we all just be satisfied,
That someone laughed, someone cried?

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