LOL
Flooding, Rushing
Gushing
Negativity hushing
Goodness, pure; thick, running amock in my head
Laughter spills over
Sadness; dead
A mock of a problem
A poke of the bear,
Smiles and jokes accrue in the air,
The issue isn't hard, or do we just not care
Lauhter and humor; God's clever creation
Comes fretful anxiety's awaited dissipation
And arrival of Bliss, through chuckle's indication
Dopamine flows in the channels of the brain
As we smile of the things from which frowns came
Bad is now good
Depression forges amelioration
We now laugh aloud at the jokes realization.
This poem is about:
Me