Downpectations

I don't need
no frickin happy pills
to get me through
these endless days

Don't desire
that chemically inspired
mood suppressing
glassy eyed facade smile
that passes for serenity

I really don't need
no psycho analysis 
mumble jumble therapy
whining about
how I despise my Mommy

Now I take each day
with
low
expectations

Minimalist aspirations

Manageable frustrations

My self hating defeating
contraction action plan
demands absolute acceptance
that I ain't so bad
and we misfits
collectively be
flawed pieces
that don't necessarily 
always need to fit
conveniently
in this jumble
of a puzzle
we  label reality