The Sweetest Thing

It does make all happy, but what is its use
For often forsaken is it
Thrown by on the wayside
On trampled, to lied
Of it everyone does forget

For heed is not g'in it once it's expired
But seldom its use e'er seen
And then no one cares
And then itself tears
It has nothing then on to lean

But why should one care, for it is no good
Why would one grant it some good
Its use is expended
So let it be ended
Its purpose here is just dead wood

So send it away for we have no more need
Of its presence to us be around
Just send it away
And don't let it stay
Who cares if it's six underground

So what use is it to be really sweet
Benevolent or to be nice
For no one does care
Any more than the air
To be sweet's to feel colder than ice

-Keith Smithson-