Twinkle twinkle, little star
I fear you know not where you are
When you’re in my world, it is quaint
And we are all the things you ain’t
Human law, it’s cool I guess
But do not make us say digress
Cause at that point, things won’t anoint
And souls won’t make it to their point
Yes, the game is fun, you see
To all of those who disagree
I hope you find your peace inside
Because it’s not inside my mind
Poems are great, they carry weight
Yet they seem not to satiate
Appetites that dwell within
Is this our nature? Or is it sin?
How the World Should Work 