You might find me a trifle weird
When I laugh into your face
After you trip over your beard
And crash into the fireplace.
You might think it rather odd
For me to give a cheer
When you were last caught driving
After one too many beers.
You might see me as pretty strange
If I do the opposite of frown
Once your dog has died from mange
And your tears plop freely down.
I hope you’ll please forgive me
When you stub your toe on the ottoman
For your swearing brings me subtle glee
And your crying turns me on.
I’m just a simple, humble sadist
Who finds pleasure in your pain –
I cannot help that which latest
Brings me easy joy to gain.
If it bothers you so terribly,
I advise you cheer up now
For at least it’s you who makes me happy
And not your force upon my brow.
Morning's Early Dark 