you know if everyone simply wore a little sign on the their back that said their bad mood was incurable i would be less likely to try to cheer them with a smile and probably would get the finger in response slightly less

by Roger Mugs

Lilly pads on the lake bring out the hopelessness
I knew I was seeing in your posture on that bench.

You sit beside and watch the moss grow
instead of the fish swim.

And I know you’ll be here a while.