all who know him

(Iambic pentameter be damned!)

What could my purpose be on this planet?

I’ve always wondered, “what am I here for?”

Perhaps, on this earth made of hard granite,

I may uncover a passion for more…

A passion for more but what must I pay?

I spread joy freely and as a result,

An Inhumane tax for living “this way,”

Placed upon us, freshly newborn adults.

I’ll be damned if I adhere to your rules!

Living my life like a degenerate,

I would rather love and act a damn fool!

You sick and pathetic conglomerate.

My purpose is what I will it to be!