Those humans who wish you well will rejoice
When you find a source of harmless pleasure
Even if it is an eccentric choice:
An artifact made just to your measure
But there are those who will seek to spoil fun
To denigrate your peculiar taste
To disparage the dopamine rich pun
To call the time you spend reading a waste
Recognize the signs of their disorder:
They cannot stand to see you relish joy
Beyond their own proclivity’s border
What they cannot understand, they destroy
Savor your small, secret, silly pleasure
What they dismiss as trash, know as treasure
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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