Victimhood, No Sweeter Juice! Poem by Chuy Amante

There is no tastier juice
then that of victimhood!
The story retold endlessly,
forever feels really good!

'Can you see why I'm all messed up?
Come on, go ahead and fill my cup! '

'Give me all your attention and sympathy too,
there's no finer juice to imbibe, coming from you,
and you and you and you and you and you and you...'

'Feel sorry for me, I've had it real rough,
certainly you, with your smile,
never had it very tough'

(oh yeah? ? ? ? ? ?)

'Let me retell my story over and over,
it is my reason for a sucky life,
I sure don't live in clover'

Re-stimulate endlessly,
all the horrors and pain?
Do it until
it does drive you insane?

Are there other options
to resume with life?
Are there others,
who went thru the same and MORE,
who now show no strife?

What about Keller, Frankl, thousands more?
I learned it from my hospital roommate,
the guy next door.

For months on end
my ear he did bend.

'When we're out of here,
watch out world!
We'll be winners to fear! '

The sweet juice we get from victimhood,
may possibly be a poisonous venom,
that perhaps we've somehow misunderstood?


(dedicated to my teacher long ago
who helped me out of the mud
and into the Light,
blind, scarred, half a tongue,
nearly deaf
no legs-really a sight)