Patient, zen,
And rather sublime
That’s not me,
Cuz’ most of the time
I get angry, upset,
And totally distraught
Over stupid stuff
That really ought
Not trouble me at all.
Not important. Nada. Zip.
But I get worked up
And then let it rip
One really bad habit
I can’t seem to break
You’d think the end of the world
Or close was at stake
Is when I lose something
I stored away securely
And now I can’t find it
Folks, stand back for the fury
Where IS the stupid thing?
I put it in this drawer
It was only last week
I know it! I’m sure!
I scramble the contents
Why isn’t it there?
It’s gotta be here
Oh, life is so unfair!
I slam the drawer shut
And move on to the next
It better be here
Or I’ll get really vexed
My blood pressure soars
My heart gets to racing
I flap my arms
And then commence pacing
Ranting and raging
This goes on for a while
I already warned you
Zen’s just not my style
Do I ever find
Whatever I lost
I almost always do
But boy, at what cost.
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