Medium Gladness Poem by Raj Dronamraju

My adverbs are in lower case
My bank account is nonplussed
My aches and pains are softly heard
My sunshine is only partially obscured

My coffee is slightly above room temperature
My room temperature is not even noticeable
I've got time to lose
They said you should be happy for the air that is breathable

I know a man who is outwardly happy
He walks everywhere and he lives by himself
He shrugs off the criticism of those who say he ghosts through life

And he recites those details not present in his own life
Mend the tablecloth and kiss the wife
Friend or foe or flagellant appeaser
Of mood swing military dictatorship in the middle of a crackdown on the choice of no free expression expressed