Born on a Bad Day

Burn your self-help books

All your pain

All your pernicious pain

Is not a cosmic mystery

You were just born on a bad day

 

All those worries

That disease of self-doubt

Is no God-set conundrum

You were just born on a bad day

 

Your antisocial mores

Your incapacity to be real

Is not the effect of corrupt civilization

You were just born on a bad day

 

All your searching

All that ceaseless asking why

Has been to no good purpose

You were just born on a bad day

Author's Note

Half of a pair of poems - the other is Today is a Good Day