No Worthy Doom

A rude eruction
and it follows
(by history
and induction)

that nothing’s really been
that bad; you’re simply spoiled.
Be glad.

The world is all;
you’re puny-small.

The world is broke;
you’re Diet Coke.

The world is hopeless,
and you are copless.

Every poem that makes you depressed
Has reached into your mind (recessed!)
and (consider yourself blessed!)
smashed the illusion you’ve been happinessed.

All is horror. But that’s fine.
Believe in yourself?

No. Don’t crosee that line.

You’re here to suffer, and that’s fine.

And someday, Satan will say,
“God, I love your sugary spine.”

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Jeff Mach is an author, playwright, event creator, and certified Villain. You can always pick up his bestselling first novel, "There and NEVER, EVER BACK AGAIN"—or, indeed, his increasingly large selection of other peculiar books. If you'd like to talk more to Jeff, or if you're simply a Monstrous Creature yourself, stop by @darklordjournal on Twitter, or The Dark Lord Journal on Facebook.