Journalistic Intentions Encore

#imfine

         How am I you ask?

         Do you really wish to know?

         Are you being polite?

         Are you being a bro?

         Should I shake my head? Shrug?

         Stammer and pause?

         Smile and wave?

         Admit all the blahs?

         I might be peachy keen,

         or happy as a clam.

         As right as rain

         Cooking with gas, ka-blam.

         I am top notch,

         still above ground.

         Fit as a fiddle

         with my thoughts sane and sound.

         I cannot grumble

         though full of beans.

         I'm still breathing, sometimes gasping,

         living my dreams.

         I'm alive and kicking

         better than some.

         Rolling with the punches,

         Sometimes bruised, sometimes numb.

         I am hunky dory

         living on Cloud Nine.

         I'm not too shabby.

         You could say I'm fine.

         Tickety-boo, not boo hoo.

         As good as gold.

         I can't complain.

         Luck favours the bold.

         I am in high spirits.

         I'm in the pink.

         I keep it together.

         No, really. I'm fine I think.

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