I optimistically crave for negativity.

I inherently lack air in every breath,
I specifically lack rhythm in your set tune,
I occasionally visit our palm trees,
I mercilessly cut the leaves with your paper knife,
I randomly joke about cynical poets,
I purposely sabotage one true God’s plan,
I religiously practice mockery of being pointless,

I diligently and wholeheartedly crave for negativity