Living upside down,
I think, would be rather fair;
yet, when I mention
this thought to my friends,
they say that I am already there.
If I lived upside down, (like having a sixth sense),
I would strictly become aware
of all the cat vomit
and chewing gum
getting tangled inside my hair.
But, this would be a small burden
well worth the grimy, frowned upon namesake;
in fact, all debris that would goop up my hair,
I would proudly consider
a dearly cherished keepsake!
“Why do you wish to live life, upside down”, ask friends,
”upon your head, miles, after miles?”
”So, then”, I simply tell them,
“all the many frowns, I come upon,
would be turned-upward, into smiles, after smiles!”