Spoiler
I wanted to go for a sort of slam poetry beat with this. So for the full "flavor" of this "piece", imagine a pinstriped-blazer-wearing, possibly intoxicated woman screaming it to a roomful of drunk people in the city of Boston on New Year's.
Pessimists belong in a zoo
Pessimists.
Multiplying like locusts.
That's the only thing pessimists do, they multiply.
Of course, that's not true.
I've met doctors, scientists, poets, jurors
All pessimists in everything they do
But what they do best is convince you
That it's going to suck and you shouldn't have children
Because it's not worth bringing them into this world
That is somehow cursed and evil
Bees dying, trees frying, F.E.M.A.,
"We've only seen the preview,"
And it works, I can see it in all of you
Pessimists, you belong in a zoo.
Let's change the tune, because I'm sick of it
I think you should step back and stop listening
What do you call happiness? Agreeing with popular opinion?
Stop watching O'Reilly, Limbaugh, and get off the Internet
Realize this is not the world you're looking at
It's tunnel vision
You have no idea what life is ahead of you
It's not a game, pre-scripted, C++ coded
Not by anyone, not even your God
It's not written, it's nonfiction
Think about that for five minutes
Without using the words 'purpose' or 'destiny'.
You're alive, and it's not too short
It's longer now than it ever was before
Life expectancy is on the rise,
Except for the voluntary things you do while you ignore
Health is guaranteed unless you're in a poor nation
Which you're not, whatever you saw in the newspaper
Pessimists, you belong in a zoo
Because there's a band out there you've never heard
but you'll listen to them one of these days,
you'll hear them eventually,
and it's like love at the first word
And you'll spend summer going to their concerts
They'll be on tour, they'll blow your mind
And they'll fill your Walkman and you'll listen to them
Even at work
At a job you hate,
And it won't be so bad getting back to the grind
Because there's a guy out there
That guy everyone told you doesn't exist
And he wants to meet you, only you, so bad
That it hurts sometimes
While you're convincing yourself he's not there
He's kicking a can on the sidewalk
He's burned from so many not-you's,
You'll know him from just looking in his eyes
Because you'll get to see the world one day
Yes, you
People do it all the time
English teachers, journalists, athletes
Spies
Your childhood dreams don't have to be a lie
"Life sucks then you die"
I read that on a playground pole when I was 5
And back then, as now
I thought about the stupid person writing it, how he probably thought he was so cool
Pessimists, you belong in a zoo
Because your team might win next year
Because when you think about it, it's okay to have fear
Because you have muscles and they'll get stronger
Because you can laugh out loud at the pier
Because your real friends are out there
Because you can look up a word and be 1% smarter
Because they discovered an algae that can eat radioactivity
Because you can make decisions
Because your heart is beating the drum of your life's mission
Go ahead and cry
If something bad happened
But make up for it in kind
When you do get happy
If it's your friends who brought you down
It's your fault for not ditching them
Do you think you need people
Who don't like living?
Pessimists,
You belong in a zoo.
Where you can entertain us all with your dire prophecies of doom.
