I Didn’t Ask

Don’t tell me how to solve life’s problem
with some self anointed bellicose blast
of your private hell’s jailer jokes
that you want to blame on everyone else.

I don’t want to know about conspiracy theories
regarding the paranoia phantoms living in your head,
so weary of all the people that talk about the “they,”
who can’t prove such individuals even exist.

Can’t we have honesty
instead of fabrication’s window dressing?
What’s wrong with admitting
we all screw up too many times,
do we have to find a villain
just to avoid any sense of guilt?

So perhaps it would be enough
if so many just stopped talking at all
rather than depressing the rest of us
over all the crap we know
will never get fixed anyway.

Just go and peddle your anxiety
somewhere that you can find more ears
who want to waste their time
complaining about the obvious
and never doing a thing to improve life.

Let’s finally stop giving out headaches
because of living in a pressure cooker
since being steamed is hard enough
without cooks adding to the fire.