Critics

Meredith read the hunky-dory thing and said it was well written but too bad it was a rant.
She has a very low tolerance for my depression fueled humor.
The thing is, I thought it was funny over the top absurd wailing that no one could take seriously.
Referring to Hitler, George Bush, Gerard Schwarz, and maybe even Napoleon all because my feelings were hurt by a couple work-stressed SSO employees.
But, some people take stuff like that seriously.

Her cheeriness at this time of the year is annoying, mainly because I just don't feel it and it is a strain to pretend.
Getting kicked when I fall off that narrow trail does not make me feel any better.

But it's not about me feeling better, it's about other people feeling better, so maybe I should take acting lessons and pretend to be in love with this deadliest season.
I can't say from any personal perspective that that would help anyone.
This is the time of the year when people whose endorphins are working to shove it in the face of those who can't find the appropriate sentiments.
So I am a bad guy, a Grinch.
Or whatever role Meredith, Meighan, Ginny, and Jesus have decided I'm a failure at.

Good king Pencilstub looks out, spots a poor man and sends his lawyer out to sue the sorry bastard for failing to have the proper attitude about this time of love and joy.
Then passes a law making it illegal to be cold and hungry.

Has this one run out yet?

I got something to say about what is or is not poetry.
I may post it soon
It involves someone else's writing style.
I am honor bound to say no more at this point in time.

Make a poem out of that, Buttkus!