Acid Pools

if i spilled my anger  
my words would form a pool of acid  
i'd dive in from the deep end  
slowly, excruciatingly, dissolving myself  
and that just wouldn't be any fun at all  
 
best i should write about lollipops and daffodils  
and precious low IQ fwuppy dogs with barrettes in their hair  
and garish motel art crayola sunsets  
and the delectable ice cream sweetness of new love  
without the inevitable cyanide at the bottom of the cone  
and beautiful vacation destinations  
i'll never be able to afford again  
and the gift of a new day!  
that will suck even more than the day before  
and lovely, leisurely daydreams  
shrinking from the bellow of cynical, rushed, reality...  
 
there  
i didn't create an acid pool  
 
just a tiny jacuzzi