As I compose I feel its a way
To vent frustrations, sadness, anger
Let the good thoughts in and all that
Breathe in deep and drink the sweet nectar of life

or...

Someone always comes by to piss in the nectar
When you aren't looking

So everything is going great
And everyone likes you
Just for who you are
Look inside yourself and know its true

or...

You must be a lucky one
Because all of your enemies are dead

So you clear the air with someone you care for
Patch things up one might say
And everything is light and crisp
And you finally bury the hatchet

or...

The hatchet you bury
Will be in that person's forehead

Either way you look at things
You're both right and wrong
Bickering gets you nowhere
Understanding is key

or...

You are always right
Because you say so

And that is the way it is

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Letum, in the year 437 AD.