Traits of Man
The body is sweeter than the ripest peach
But only is the taste as good if the fruit is out of reach
Once obtained and the nectar has been had
No longer does that bee mourn over what he has consumed
Filling his cup till it spills makes him mad.
Once we enter heaven where angels dwell
We no longer return to earth, just fall into hell
A dog and his tail, such a lustful sight
Around in circles, chasing the unknown until he takes a bite.
A bite that should be satisfactory, yet it brings him pain.
To never indulge is a sober claim
Yet slumber holds the most truthful shame.