Why do we make trouble an identity
My car broke down,
I’m a failure
Here comes tragedy
In my thirties without a family
A poster child for mockery
Calamity largely exterior
Should not define humanity
Mistakes are human
Cease the train of profanity
We are who we are
Not what we do;
We are allowed slip-ups;
All the same,
If life was see-through.
Positivity fails mainstream
Hearsay stimulates main screen
Money tantalizes with vain dreams
Winning blossoms by backdoor schemes
Travesties in high demand, an Asian pale cream
School is work without money,
Home should be hospital without injury
Truth intends to convict the mind of insanity
Culpability habilitates character for prosperity
