I am devastating to all that exist
I am contemplating of eternal bliss
Written down, I have for you a list
Of all the things that make me feel
What I see in life as real
Not obsolete, not for the weak,
But for the strong who protect the meek
In the worst of times I gave to them wine
And food too, plenty of love, a kiss, a hug
Quelling their feelings of feeling blue
Giving them comfort in what I call true
But when they’re happy
My burgeoning influence makes them act crappy
And quite possibly nasty
To those whom they love
They put on their gloves
And battle for Pete’s sake
But who is this and why is his at stake?
If feelings could whisper, would they say
Never to let humans get in their way?