A bad day at sea
Is, oh so much, better than
Good days in D.C.
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Original Photo by Mike LaRocca. Digital image manipulation by Andy Garrabrant
In response to https://haikuhorizons.wordpress.com/2016/11/28/haiku-horizons-prompt-celebrate/
What’s to celebrate
When all around are curses?
Interesting times!
Narcissistic personality disorder (NPD) is a long-term pattern of abnormal behavior characterized by exaggerated feelings of self-importance, an excessive need for admiration, and a lack of understanding of others’ feelings. People affected by this disorder often spend a lot of time thinking about achieving power or success, or about their appearance. They often take advantage of the people around them. The behavior typically begins by early adulthood, and occurs across a variety of situations. Subtypes include an “overt” or “grandiose” subtype, characterized by grandiosity, arrogance, and boldness. Those with “narcissistic grandiosity” express behavior through interpersonally exploitative acts, lack of empathy, intense envy, aggression, and exhibitionism. Individuals with NPD generally do not seek treatment and have poor insight and fail to recognize their perception and behavior as inappropriate and problematic due to their excessively positive self-image. Prognosis for treatment is generally poor and is associated with slower treatment progress and higher dropout rates.
Sound familiar?
Here we go again
Wallowing in agony:
We must love it here.
As damp November,
Misty morns, slowly become
Crisp December dawns,
How can we begin to heal
Fractured families
And reunite feuding friends
Once in harmony
When the Fracturer-in-Chief
Still Fraks the beds of hatred?
Poor human flotsam
Awash in noise and chaos
Tossed from wave to wave
At sea in humanity
Borne by wind and tide
Another sad castaway
Drifting, far from safe harbor.
Three times now, since Tuesday,
They’ve been there with their guns,
Four young men in camo tees
Lounging against the tailgate.
Their presence isn’t new; they’ve been there many days,
Lounging against the tailgate
Rapt in friendly conversation;
There without their guns.
I see them now in different light
Than I did those days before;
These four young men in camo tees,
Lounging against the tailgate,
With their pistols on their hips,
Rapt in guarded conversation.
After hard battles,
An armistice, though welcome,
Is no lasting peace