I generally like to be a little upbeat at the beginning of the weekend, but I’ve been reading a lot of kind of dark poetry lately. Many people have a penchant for rather dark poetry, which has led me to write this one.
Grim Poem
There is that
in some of us
that only wants to eat standing
at a kitchen counter.
There is that
that simply cannot
set a table for one,
that sneaks grace
through sidelong dances,
arms stretched around
the ulterior–other’s needs,
moral purpose,
the justification
of simple difficulty: (no pain, no
gain).
The effacement hardly springs
from nobility–our hearts
swell with schadenfreude
well enough, sour
grapes our table wine–but from
what we do not know: how
to be different, how
to be ourselves.
ManicDDaily 
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