Man’s Thought Factory Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

In my Thought-factory I have a foreman named Mr. Defeat;
And one named Triumph-, of which I like to greet.
Mr. Triumph is always positive-; he gives me reasons why I can-.
But Mr. Defeat has depreciation thoughts, and is really not my fan.

Yet I can signal “either one” to my beck-and-call…
If my signal is positive, then Mr. Triumph will take the ball.
But if I say- “It’s a lousy day-, ” Mr. Defeat will make it pay…
For he’s a “great picture painter too-” and proves to me that it is true.

And if I say “it’s such a fine day, ” though it’s raining all around-,
Mr. Triumph will say “how refreshing- we need this rain in town.”
Been thinking of firing Mr. Defeat-, he uses so much space and time.
For if I would let him-, he’d take my whole Thought-factory over…

And that’s “no friend of mine-.” Mr. Triumph is so much kinder.
He’s encouraging and shows me “how to succeed…”
Mr. Defeat suffers from a mind “deadening disease…”
It’s called “excusitis-, ’ of which I should be freed.