Why I am a Realist

You know what I despise more than anything

Optimism

By definition it is a lie, an open ruse of self

To beguile one set of circumstance into a more palatable version  

For consumption like sugar that the outcome of potential

Will sway towards the positive version of events

Rather than rational indifference or likelihood

I would rather not be deceived to my face and knowingly commiserate

With such crimes against rational thought,

Hoping is an intangible waiting game, where in

Action is in process or on hold and we insert the

Conceptual placeholder that one will benefit from the iterations  

However the thought of want of one over the other

Is tainted with a negligence to reason as whatever will be

Is the function of free will of those involved and the science of nature

To assume that a hope, a sentiment or outlook

Is of any relevance over than to trick a mind into pumping more energy

Because others find solidarity in the mutually expressed desire

Is a quandary of the basic intelligence of the adults involved

This cheering on and adulation is, we must admit, pointless 

It feels good, it is with humor and not void of joy

But in serious realization it is irrelevant to what is, being any more or less true

Based on the spin the satellite-television brigades would try to convince

The populace otherwise, that these tints and hues of positive attitudes  

Are pertinent all the while knowing that they are profiteers of opinion

Not facts and so the conceptual idealism of optimism is all the more deadly

Almost as pernicious as prayer infecting the masses with bewitched pantomime

This “if I believe hard enough Santa will come” circus 

This “do this dance hokey pokey three times a day” and “do not eat this animal

On this rotation of the planet, but it is permissible on this iteration”

Is cosmically self-destructive to our species to continue in these refutations

Of our evolved state; and so women and men walk through the streets

Saying, “Smile sir, smile, It’ll be ok, That’s all right, Better luck next time.”

As if my emotional state is rectified by optimistic buoys

When what-is remains static and undeterred by any of these frivolous gestures

So I state my claim; I abhor you optimism, if you existed I would mock you.