To Whom It May Concern

They say that a man blind from birth will never truly know what darkness is.

If I were not dull how would you know you were bright?
If I were not always wrong how would you know you were always right?
You owe me a vote of thanks for being among the ranks,
Of those simple souls who cannot (or will not) hide behind pseudo-intellectual prose,
As you do to augment your fragile ego. Why do you need to? God only knows!

Yet you noticed me! I exist! Even as an object of your distain,
My goal achieved, my soul feels bliss, I’ll not complain,
Though dull and wrong I’m emotionally free,
Do your worst you can’t hurt me,
‘Tis I who decide how I will feel, I’m in control you’re no big deal.

I love you!