- Marisa Bobal
Multitudes
I appreciate the croons of Frank Sinatra
or the clashes of Phil Collins
A fine aged Italian meat
or Chicken Nuggets off the Kid’s Menu
Yesterday I was talkative but today I remain pensive
Those who devalue others opinions aggravate me
As much as those Sinners who leave drawers open
A small chuckle for a simple pun
And a rolling over dark humor
Show me a melancholy video and I will be a wreck
But tell me you have cancer and you get solemn sympathy
An hour getting dressed on Tuesday
But today I went to school in pajamas
An advocate of self acceptance
Yet the concept is foreign to me
Taking days off to galavant the city
While pushing through school with migraines
Concrete subjects come easy but
I find no beauty in logarithms.