Why Cry

Why cry?
Why sniffle why sob?
And why do it at all while eating corn on the cob?
I truly regret whatever made you upset but shall we move on now, forgive and forget?



Why cry?
Why bitch and why moan?
Why surrounded by people but feel all alone?
How would a boat fix all of this? We'll never know! And that's partly why we're remiss.



Why cry?
Why not tweet? Why not tell jokes?
Why not crack ourselves up over beers and some smokes?
A snicker a chortle a smile on the lips, replaces the worry with sno-cones and flips.



Why cry?
Why melancholy? Why blue?
Sub in laughter for sadness and we'll both find it true:
It's a respite, a break. It's us on the take. Stealing a moment. Just one, to escape.



Why Cry?