On your plate.

poetry

What have you to live for you?
You scream over and over again,
You don’t know how lucky you are,
Some people would be happy,
To take your plate from you,
It’s on your plate,
In front of your face,
You would not know what lucky was,
Even if it slapped you across the face.

What have you to love?
You ponder over and over again,
You don’t know how lovable you are,
Some people would be happy,
Just to fall in love with you,
It’s on your plate,
In the front of your mind,
You would not know what love was,
Even if it kissed your dirty face.

What have you got to say?
Your words mumble and jumble out,
You don’t know what a decent opinion is,
Some people would be happy,
To listen closely to you,
It’s on your plate,
In front of a waiting audience,
You would not know what hysteria was,
Even if it scratched your hairy face.

It’s on your plate,
Served up well,
Two course meal to go,
Take away the smell,
Of success and goodwill,
Being this lucky,
Could make you ill.

So what have you to live for?
Let’s hear it all over again
You are a pessimist inside,
There is a blue sky lurking over you,
If you don’t pull your finger out,
I will be the one slapping you,
It’s on your plate,
Right before your face,
Pick your confidence up off the floor,
Smile to the world,
Write some more!

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