Feb 2017
I'm a recovering optimist
Climbing in and sometimes out of my cold storage locker
Do not come around here with any warm feelings
Was the hastily scribbled sign written with a dried out marker
on the front door
That I only open when I'm feeling miserably happy
But only to those young people
Going around pedaling those little pamphlets
That they will give you for free if you buy their religion
I tolerate this formal declaration of war until they top off my half empty glass
That's great that's great I say rising to become an a hole Usher
Need no flashlight just a glare in my eyes to get them moving
My sudden appearance like I had just leapt from a locomotive
To run up ahead so I could throw that track switch
Happily back on with the sudden Direction Change
Bringing my voice down into a Sinister whisper
You are no longer able to make my life more painful
With all your smiles and polite Behavior
So gather yourself and all but one of your pamphlet and go away
Oh yeah ! And don't forget your savior
Slamming the door hard right after they cleared it
But the slamming door Jarred loose a smile on my face
Fortunate was I in killing it before it became full measure
It never got further than just an Elvis Presley type sneer
Then I wrapped it up in that Watchtower pamphlet
That I wadded-up into a ball and I kicked it around the room
Until I kicked that half-smile and Love and hope filled brochure all the way out the door
As happy in my anger as I could remember... so nice of them
Just what a recovering optimist needs are cheerfully miserable Pretenders
Who go out seeking to raise up other people's spirits
I noticed they always send out this young nerds
Who are unlaid and over prayed
Surrounded by bright smiling faces
So much hope Joy Faith love and optimism
A place like that would make me as painfully miserably happy
As I could ever hope to be if I allowed myself hope
But here lately so much anger and misery in all the people around
That I no longer feel all alone in the world and that makes me so happy I just about want to **** myself
And get the hell away from me with all your bitter anger and acting ******.....
.... can you not see that I am a freaking recovering optimist?.
Climbing in and sometimes out of my cold storage locker
Do not come around here with any warm feelings
Was the hastily scribbled sign written with a dried out marker
on the front door
That I only open when I'm feeling miserably happy
But only to those young people
Going around pedaling those little pamphlets
That they will give you for free if you buy their religion
I tolerate this formal declaration of war until they top off my half empty glass
That's great that's great I say rising to become an a hole Usher
Need no flashlight just a glare in my eyes to get them moving
My sudden appearance like I had just leapt from a locomotive
To run up ahead so I could throw that track switch
Happily back on with the sudden Direction Change
Bringing my voice down into a Sinister whisper
You are no longer able to make my life more painful
With all your smiles and polite Behavior
So gather yourself and all but one of your pamphlet and go away
Oh yeah ! And don't forget your savior
Slamming the door hard right after they cleared it
But the slamming door Jarred loose a smile on my face
Fortunate was I in killing it before it became full measure
It never got further than just an Elvis Presley type sneer
Then I wrapped it up in that Watchtower pamphlet
That I wadded-up into a ball and I kicked it around the room
Until I kicked that half-smile and Love and hope filled brochure all the way out the door
As happy in my anger as I could remember... so nice of them
Just what a recovering optimist needs are cheerfully miserable Pretenders
Who go out seeking to raise up other people's spirits
I noticed they always send out this young nerds
Who are unlaid and over prayed
Surrounded by bright smiling faces
So much hope Joy Faith love and optimism
A place like that would make me as painfully miserably happy
As I could ever hope to be if I allowed myself hope
But here lately so much anger and misery in all the people around
That I no longer feel all alone in the world and that makes me so happy I just about want to **** myself
And get the hell away from me with all your bitter anger and acting ******.....
.... can you not see that I am a freaking recovering optimist?.
