I fear the world is offended by
The symptoms I exhibit of bliss
When things are going right for a change
And all I want to do is laugh and joke
And play the frenzied clown
And the jokes fall flat
Because they really aren’t that funny

Safer to complain of horror suffering trauma tyranny neglect oppression violence coercion genocide deceit humiliation madness waste ugliness greed violation contempt ignorance cruelty manipulation insensitivity and the panoply of human inventiveness

But humans invented poetry
They invented jokes
They did not invent but discovered
Grief
The pang of loss whether reparable or irreparable
And the bliss of remembering the beauty of the lost