Does it irk you that your best response
is at least they are miserable.
Stretched out into a paragraph
or more
of imaginative fluff.
Spewed out by your persona
of self installed goodness, rightness,
compassion, empathy, etcetera.
Despite this jarring disconnect.

Does it irk you that your best response
is an assumption
drawn from a guess at an undertone
to fictitious poetic musings.

Does it irk you that your best response
is a hopeful wish
the target, a person, a poet,
is miserable and depressed.

Does it irk you this is your only solace
to your pains in some immaterial war?