Those Lips Poked Out

Today I declare mine.
No complaint will I find...
Or spend my time whining.

Today I declare mine.
And the rays of Sun,
Will shine on me.
And I will smile all day,
Happily.

And today I declare,
I am fine as can be.
Unaccepted is the frowning,
From those lips poked out people...
Who are not going to upset or bother me.

I declare war against those who are sore losers.
Those who have chosen to see themselves miserable...
Enjoying defeat and pity!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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