Tuesday, April 1, 2025

Blessing Of A Glass Half Empty

O Pessimism
Forgive us for our mischaracterization
Bestow upon us the clarity of Pragmatism
And lift the distorted veil of Faith
Let us design our agendas 
Free from optimistic ambition
On the pure bedrock of Realism
Grant us continued protection from 
The sharp-edged sword of Hope
The mistress of Futility 
Who compels us to bail our ships
When we are better suited 
Donning life vests and boarding rafts
Let not the milky tears of Security
Blind us from the utility of Truth
Assign to us Disquiet so that we may predict
Our futures free from the bias of Idealism

Handshake

If I believed in the devil
I'd tell you I've met him
He's a silver tongued liar
And the world's best salesman
I met the devil and he lives in my head
He tells me he's got answers
And he'll sell them to me for free
I met the devil and he shows me the truth
Distorted and bent like me
The solution's permanent and less than ideal
But he'll sell it to me for free