Tuesday Short Poem: It is What It is

 

If it is anxiety,

The kind that strums your silent guitar

 

If it is fondness,

The kind that strokes your face tenderly

 

If it is joy,

The kind that makes u leap in the air

 

If it is longing,

The kind that makes you turn the radio up

 

If it is lust,

Take it off, take it off, take if off

 

Then it has a diagnosis.

It is syndromic

 

It is what it is.