Negative Thoughts

you are this kind of man
when shown of a boat
and then you
bluntly ask:

when will it sink?

you are this kind of man
who when shown
of the flower blooming in summer
and a butterfly flying
in the air

you simply say:

they have nothing to do with me
as though

everything is meant for death and destruction
as though
everything beautiful in this world
is nothing but
impertinent and irrelevant

you are too blunt
slanted
and too insensitive:

we have nothing to do with you, too.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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