Cranky: A Grump
Of the unholy trinity, Titters, Grumps, and
Snarkies, we've met a Titter and a Snarkie.
Here now is a Grump.
Cranky
There’s a crank buried deep inside us
That we’re ashamed of, try to squelch.
What a waste of talent,
What a loss of fiendish joy!
For there are joys in being cranky, consider:
Time is on your side;
We all get crankier with age.
You don’t have to flash
That ninny smile,
Limp, insipid, forced,
When others flash at you
That ninny smile,
Limp, insipid, forced.
You can love yourself ad nauseam,
Every foible, every crotchet, every quirk.
A known crank,
You will be avoided by do-gooders urging you
To save baby seals, whales, the world,
When, snug in your own tight nest,
You don’t give a damn about
Baby seals, whales, the world.
If in a weak moment
You perpetrate an act of kindness,
You will astound everyone
And reap unwonted praise.
So what if people call you
An oddity, a grouch?
Immune to derision,
You will enjoy yourself
Unconscionably
To your brazen heart’s content.
So feel free to express yourself. If the
mood hits, be a Grump. And above
all, ENJOY IT.
Next time, for the sake of brevity,
three-liners and two-liners absolutely
crammed with wisdom.
© 2021 Clifford Browder
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