Atalanta and the Calydon Boar

               When such as I cast out remorse,
               We must dance and we must sing,
               We are blessed by everything.
               Everything we look upon is blessed. Yeats

Remove all sources of stress from your life!
You don’t need this terrible shit!
Get a divorce from your struggle and strife!

Your resolution'll cut like a surgical knife,
so excising your worries won’t hurt a bit—
Remove all sources of stress from your life!

. . .

But I love my worries like a wife.
Too late to run. The hell with it!
I’d get a divorce from my struggle and strife

if I thought it would bring the least relief,
but it really just brings on harder fits—
can’t remove the sources of stress from my life,

‘cause I won’t give up the heady grief
I suck down daily like spirit grits,
tasting and savoring my struggle and strife.

What I mostly need is more sleep,
but I’ll sail through the rest of my life all right—
friends with all sources of stress in my life—
on my magic carpet of struggle and strife!