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Against being good


Sometimes it feels bad to be good.
To have this pie in the sky when you die
But not get any now.

To say to self, "self, what a good person I am."
When no one else cares.
Or dares.
Hard to be square.

Why is good being hard?
Shouldn't it be natural
To do the right thing?

Easy-breezy-beautiful-good-person.

I can't say I aspire
To being good
Because it requires
Much too much of itself.

Rather I try
As I've said before
To be aware
Of what "good" IS --
to You.

[ENTER corny rhyming, annoying but good lines]

So my pie in the sky
Will be in my eye
Or better yet I'll bake it

Because being good
Is one of those things
Where you can never never make it...

You just keep trying.

- January 31, 2002

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