The laws regarding hard times won't compress.
You're on that brutal hook until you're not.
(An inner grip on self can blunt distress
and clarify those chains in which we're caught.)v
It's sad to say, parfait won't make us strong,
and mama's kisses fail to mend our knee.
Where is the clout to clobber mighty Kong,
and bring the zoo's asylum sanity?
And here's where love with bliss and wisdom's sight
and honor's heart, stand straight as men can be.
The Virtues are a stable source of light
to steer a soul to sense eternity.
Unless you taste it for yourself, no way
your final earthly day will be a root
for joy. Instead, you'll hear your sick lips say
"The truth's a hoax, for cloaking poison fruit."