Human tendency

M. I always want to start a poem with an M.
Maybe it's because it invites me to continue...
mmmm...well. Then maybe not.
Mystery, misery, malice, man. All very positive.
Ha.ha.ha.ha.ha...happiness, havoc, hat, hate.
Shit! Didn't work.
Had to end with hate. Anne, you suck.
Positive! Positive is what we need.
Is it? Yes! Of course!
Do you really want to end up mustering words like misery and hate for the rest of your life?
No you don't.
Well, maybe I'd rather sing about flowers, but frankly...
Frankly what?
Frankly, what's the point.
Flowers are pretty.
Pretty is petty.
Petty is pretty without an 'r'!
Yes. Thanks for that. Flowers are... dead.
In a vase they are. In the ground, they're very much alive.
But they don't hate.
How do you know?
I don't. I assume. Nasty human tendency.