For every man who pleasures
There is a man who pains
For every man who loses
There is a man who gains
Yet all of them they pray
Pray in the good Lord’s name
Yet he treats us different
Yet he treats us unsame

Open that bottle of fury

Sealed with Vengeance’s lips

Demonstrate to the world

What anger really is

How many tears make an ocean?

How many dreams; a trash can?

How many thoughts make a notion?

How many wrongs; a wise man?

Why does it pain when I bleed?

Why can’t it just tickle?

Who, the laws of nature, agreed

To let them be unfickle?

Did a mighty, and just being

Create pain, unhappiness

Sat forth in the skies then seeing

The laws’s steadiness?

I wrote a poem in love

When the heart was full and brimming

Now that the heart is empty

The poem holds no meaning

One month down

Of this new year

And where do we stand?

Everything’s as it used to be

Or maybe things are changing

Yeah, things are getting worse

I am writing poems

When I should be doing math

But should I be doing math

When I can write poems?