Can I smile at what is mine
I will not stand to be benign
Some say success will come in time
But I am not convinced

The trees and fish will sing with woe
As all that hear have come to know
This festering wound is pain to grow
Retribution soon will follow

The easy path is not so far
though missing greater things you are
Inside this air conditioned car
The climate never changes

But on the outside things adapt
life is slow to change at that
Intelligence is like a gnat
upon a the winds of time

Man doth say he is the master
though in his hubris, come disaster
Nature breeds in the ashes after
When man has gone away

Jack was nimble, jack was quick
He brushed his bottom on the wick
It drove away the sanguine tick
Though killed him in the process.