Today Is A Good Day. . This storm is beautiful. It breaks the breakable. It blows unstoppable. They had claimed victory. They look so stupid now. It's ashes in their mouths. There are new soft people. For the new soft winters. But they cannot touch us. I was taught not to cry. I do not need to cry. I can hold myself inside. So today is a good day. Today is a good day. We love to dress to kill. They gave us uniforms. They say they suit us well. But these rules are not agreed. They're only sophistry. They don't apply to me. So today is a good day. Today is a good day. And the birds of prey love September. Flying like the harbingers of the winter. Swooping down through the azure perfect sky. We're drifting weightless. (We push our trolleys down). Through the aisles of the Superstore. Like a couple of Stepford Wives. This joke is on us all. We all are laughable. We became what we despise. So today is a good day. Today is a good day