No (AKA Why Is Pessimism Such An Ugly Word Anyway?)

If the floor weren’t made of lava

And society wasn’t Hell

And people were polite

And once in a while something went well

And I wasn’t disappointed

By the bills someone probably sent me

And my life wasn’t garbage

Would the glass still be half-empty?

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