Some folks stay miserable.
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
They could turn their efforts,
Into a viable industry.
They are in a vortex that sucks,
Any happiness around that thrives.
Nothing is ever right with them.
Try extending good wishes...
And you'll be seeking quickly,
A place to hide.
Or a churning of the stomach is felt inside.
And they seem to be everywhere,
These smile killers.
Preying on one's joy.
And proud they are to be gifted to do it!
And don't befriend them,
Don't you dare.
As soon as they are spotted...
They will greet you with a negative comment.
Immediately felt polluting the atmosphere.
As if they are on a mission.