He crawls out of his pit, full of grit, from yesterday’s strife,
Writing up a questionnaire, of what he should do with his life,
Should I smoulder? Should I burn? Should I be good and learn?
Or perhaps I should perpetually soak, in a good old tavern?
The answers are in, he will choose some sin, over virtues,
As those true things will write for him, some hymns of the blues,
“I want to be me, but what is me, am I blending in too well?\"
Is what you will hear him saying, thinking he is already in Hell.
After a mini internal conflict, his mind begins to sway,
In order for negativities, to be truly sent away,
Thus, a deep cleanse of the grit, begins to start its course,
Birthing more positivity, now he will become strong force.
Ablutions complete, he is now on his feet, he is looking smart,
The rhetoric he spouts now, is less sour, thus more like art,
His shoes are shiny like his smile, so when he goes out the door,
Surely this merry mixture, will get others jaws to hit the floor.
He has done this for many a year, to entertain some cheer,
But, nothing has come his way, because of the human severe,
How can he respect, accept, all this refusal, if it only hurts,
For many “nos” can make a man, want the blood to make its spurt.
This man is smart, intelligent and ever so eager to please,
So, give him chance to prove himself, so he can wipe away his tears,
The tears that have nearly drowned him, because of what they said,
Know this, if you say “no” to him, you would rather see him dead.