They are so happy and positive all the time;
they don't see negativity, or even any crime.
Everything they see is through rose-colored glasses,
always standing out from the masses.
"Happy Monday," they always say,
"Isn't it just the greatest day?"
They've got spirits that cannot help, but be genteel,
for them, bad emotions, they just don't seem to feel.
You'll find them dancing in the daisies,
meanwhile, are the rest in the world the ones who are crazies?
But really, chronic optimists must be ill,
because they should all just take a chill pill.
Nasty Nandy, the villainous dictator schemed,
with pride, she ever beamed.
Thoroughly immersed in communism,
she rounded up all the ones who were diagnosed with chronic optimism.
Put them in a prison concentration camp,
with a capital "CO" forehead stamp.
Exterminated, were these labeled CO's,
for this is how this story goes.
The next morning, after the deaths, the sun did not rise,
and all that could be heard were the world's crazy cries.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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