And I Thank You

There are those people in
life's experience who have
bitten deeply from the root of
bitterness and gall, slaked their
thirst greedily from the goblet
of resentment and ire,
compromised their inherent
humanity in a fierce 
oppositional denial of the
goodness in others, since
they are so engaged in
denying their own in word
and deed, claiming in one
breath awareness of what
love represents and in the next
hissing the bile of vituperative
rancor, subjecting amazed
others to the full thrust of 
psychotic fury, then sweetly
end the diatribe with the
invitation to have a good day
and so, I thank you, my dear.