Good Mood Killers

I can not stay around,
Those good mood killers.
With their targets set,
Aimed to induce a producing of negativity.
And doing their best to squeeze,
Every remnant of freshness...
Welcomed with a pleasantness,
In once peace filled air.

I can not stay around,
Those who bemoan their lives...
With sustained groaning sounds.
To droan on and on,
As if their selfish thoughtlessness...
Is found to be discovered as a priceless gift.
And valued as a one of a kind bargain.

I can not stay around,
Those good mood killers.
Not if I seek to keep my peace and happiness intact.
And I have earned that.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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