Our own loss
Becomes such a toss
In the wind;
That we have to learn to begin,
All over again.
And when we become our only loss
Then it will willingly be the boss
It is only the dross
That we toss
Out of you
As you begin to misconstrue
The avenue
Which we brought to you
To perpetrate
And never escape
Nor violate
The hate
With which you do
Your own toxic spew!
It is the interminable you
That we do
Misconstrue
Your avenues
For fear
To clear
Our atmosphere.