How wonderful this poem decided to speak,
though I am not wonderful; in fact, I’m weak.
How wonderful there is a word like won-der-ful.
Isn’t it something you sometimes admire?
The good mood itself, your nerves pleasantly on fire?
I’m in a good mood.
Like Paul McCartney introducing “Hey Jude.”
A good mood is everything. I need to praise
my good moods. Without them, all of my days
would be hell. Perhaps my poems would be better.
In a good mood, I love the spirit and pay no attention to the letter.
A good poem is always in a good mood, however,
no matter what else is said.
All I care about now is that I love you forever!
And so what if by “you” I mean sex or food?
Today I praise—what else can we praise?—the good mood.