It is not easy being human It is easy to be mean But those who vow not to be Are leaves and always green The anatomy of a blossom Is based on extract of the base And when we rise above the fray We begin to find our way We must fight the good fight still and burdens do we share Though the fight may not be fair The fight is already won if we do not succumb Like hungry ants to junk like broken chips and cookie crumbs And one can preserve, restore, or reawaken at a premium the plum Better parts that suck their thumbs And do not have to flash their gums to everyone or anyone Only ones that make their kindred spirits hum The fight inside not shy the butterflies Eternity be our radii