The Unwanteds

Virtue flee and vice will come A new observation I made today The things I do not want Are always in the way When what I desire most Tetters me pining at some sturdy post. Here comes cockroaches trekking on the table Here comes rats my hate to disable Here comes flies knotting up my space And spiders threading desert place I little use, even for waste Here comes gobs of green fungus Turning black on a cloth of white There is so much oddity in my race That I share with every man We do what we do not want And what we want we can't Resolutions are a shamble in this place They creep and crawl Infectious desires Contaminants of everthing but fire I cannot let this in.