Face pointed toward the ground,
whole body slam coming around.
I'd rather end up,
than to end down.
Branded in shame,
failing in lifes game.

Temperament will end you,
mess you up then bend you,
at the worst it may break you.
Broken and in little pieces,
next move toward feces.
Then you will be in a world of sh-t,
your piece and joy on the split.

After losing everything,
you will end up having nothing,
only to again want something.
With a little more effort,
you may live in comfort.
An ounce of prevention,
no dead life desention.

G