Of emotions that won't wait,
A second forever, too late.
That which God has bestowed from above.

No one can state,
What they feel even if too late.
So we worship our God above.

By living for humans,
Relishing the seasons.
Over food, beverage and entertainment.

We find ourselves running,
After whatever that is something.
Afraid there'll soon be nothing.

Hoping for better,
By working hard; eating butter.
And having a good night's rest.

Its what we do as our debt to society,
Defining our own sobriety.
Cause that's what gentlemen do.

But I know of no reason,
Why emotionless treason,
Brings hope for judgement day.

I might be a tad different,
In my views of women's jobs and sati.
But I know I'd be lying if I was done trying to just crack a joke.

But we've defined jobs wrong,
Says corona virus to the strong.
And the strong kept their hands clean.