There once was a man
Whose name hope envisioned
Who was stricken
With a bout of confused indecision
He believed in the bright side
Of this dark and unfair life
Positive, he was sure hugged
Every inch of his happy lucky strife

Darkness was when his rainbow grew
It was where his smiles were born
And in the bowl of joy hate brew
He’d smile and wave and give thumbs up
Take hands and shake and give thanks
Then as the dark encroached on his luck
The fight to keep it off would fail
He’d allow it to steal his happy
And his anger inside him would wail

The negative comments fell out
Of his mouth like a dam burst from the pressure
Like here is his handle and there he did spout
The danger was within a perfect skin wrapping
He had the looks and the charm
His positive nature was a façade; major lacking

What are the three good things about you
He was asked on occasion
And he would drop a line or two
Saying how he’s always with a smile
He’s upbeat and above all
Positive by nature, positive without rival

They’d see that smile and believe him
And without question he’d have no argument
Until they started to see the light dim
To see him dark
Uncaring and loveless
And on his forehead a vain would mark
His anger in vast contrast
To the happy and the joy
But his lie did not last

The positive nature in him didn’t hold true
And his display of falsehood melted
Then a person everyone thought was new
Became him with a vengeance of distrust
Blood soaked negativity roared
And the real him faltered in lust
For things that negative would feed
Things that hatred would grill
Things that evil would need

The positive he faked and said he was
Fell off like a mask at a ball
Those that believed him just cause
Were beyond plain dumb and extensively moronic
Warnings and signs of his pestiferous nature were plentiful
His words were sugarcoatedly sardonic

There once was a man
Whose name hope envisioned
Who was stricken
With a bout of confused indecision
Positive he wasn’t not even an inch
And negative he certainly cultivated
His darkness had a distinct stench
For fools always thought he cared
But selfishness he hid
The brunt of his negative others did bare
And that made things ever so cold
For this is the story of a man
His name highlighted positive with bold
Something in another that never should rust
Other than his name no evidence unveiled
For any other name his game would be dust
Such is the advantage of the man named Eli Trust.