Satire

Why when I find happiness do those who say the wish me best fain such a golden smile As though the light is beacon's plight but know I all the while The value of gold, for which life is sold which caves in just like tissue The fact that gold is metal is not even an issue because you see no bolster for me but false security They build a bridge with middle hinged watching, waiting; I'll fall through. Ohh, I'll be away from the horrible desire that keeps my soul on fire I won't burn up, here toast with cup thanks for saving me Then the hinge The floor falls through Leaving only falling, free Away from hurt as you watch me, fall. Thank you for protecting me