The Visceral Joy of the Pessimist

My favorite thing about humanity

Is that if you bury expectations deep enough,

Someone will eventually climb up to them,

Though they will only squat there

and never stake a claim.

It is up to you to fence your expectations.

It is up to you to harvest their fruit.

Dig deep into the soil.

Boil the roots of validation.

It tastes like blood and bitter laughter.

It tastes just like I thought it would.