What Genre is this Disease?
Stephen Mullane
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In fifty years will they talk about how bad it was or how good it turned out Is this a sad song with some happy lines or is it the other way around One where the chorus comes along just before we all resign I'm still deciphering for the life of me if it's a comedy with some tragic lines And a melody to set up the joke and the punchline takes us all home Before we throw up our hands and lose all hope so Belt it out from your balcony and join the alleyway symphony Or sing it solo in your shower or set up a virtual happy hour And harmonize your own orchestra and tell me should I laugh or should I cry When the credits roll and I die, when I breathe my dying breath Breathing the proper response to this elegiac song, this movie that moves me This story that's glory and shame and everything in between As long as you're going through it, review it, and take two of these And call me in the mourning to tell me what genre is this disease Eight billion proud all sing aloud Through better and worse, no choice, one Voices sing along In a hundred years will they talk about how bad it was or how good it all turned out Is this a happy song with some sorry verses or is it vice versa Capture all the laughter in the world and hurl it on the scale Will it outweigh all the tears and is the joy greater than the fear The price equal to the cost? How many wins make up for one big loss Does the happiest day of your tale outweigh the Holocaust If we could sum up all the problems on bumper stickers wouldn't we have answers a little quicker Still most think they can solve it all by sharing a simple post And how can so many people you hold dear and hold you back Live in unrecognized fear, against your views and don't hold back And what you hold in your core, what's more, is their resistance to the truth Doesn't it make it difficult to not get red or come down with the blues Why can't you see eye to eye if all "I"s come from the same blood And how can what they think be so goddamn dumb Do they not realize they're sick, that no one here gets a reprieve Does the affliction still exist if we can't define a genre for the disease Twenty billion proud all sing aloud Through better and worse, no choice, one Voices sing along In a thousand years will they talk about how good it was or how bad it turned out Is it a sad song with some happy lines or is it the other way around Is there an audience and does it matter? Any meaning behind all the chatter Bits and bits of brain amidst the blood spatter? Without the former, can you even have the latter And I'm not certain there's a show to go on if no one pulls the curtain Can't rate the movie if no one views it, can't like the song if no one queues it And are the blues the exception to the rule Are they tears of joy, a reaction, a stye in the eye, a coping tool Is it me or am I just another voice lost in the gravity of time Which, in our mind seems the place to be but believe me I'm still trying to see If it's a happy song or a sad sap, a good kid with a bad rap, with some silly lines In the grand scheme of time, tell me who is to decide Someone almighty to bless us when we sneeze? Seas of blessed reasons Yet we still haven't classified what in the hell this disease is All of it proud, existence sings aloud Through better and worse, no choice, one Voices sing along Now if we could all recall and refrain, we could name it and the song In ten thousand years will they talk about how good it was or how bad it turned out In ten thousand years will there be anyone to analyze or even sing aloud We've all got those unique stories of how life goes for better or for worse For example, your neighbors bring home baby strollers while you're out there renting a hearse Plus I know this man who lost his wife and thus lost all his happiness But now her heart finds time in another beloved sister's chest So you tell me is it an elegy with a few easy smiles Or is this a feel-good movie with a few really good group cries Is the novel too short or does the story seem to drag on too long One thing's for sure: we were born, we were born to sing this song Is it a depression or a recession of glad None of the above? Something you can't name, something you've never even ever had Can you hear my voice over the noise, and later with choke in your throat And years in your ears, will it be needed to wipe away any of the tears Whether joy or sorrow, tomorrow at least you know they're true Because you'll know the exception and you'll have lived the rule And maybe by then, weather on your feet or down on your knees You'll be able to slap a label on it and name the genre of this disease
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