My return (after a brief romp years ago and years of absence) to attempted poetry.

If I knew the future as well as they did I certainly wouldn't want to fuck it up.

A year is short and people suffer worse
day in and day out
besides hard things are the best for you
stretch push try, I did.
And look what happened.
Pussies do what they want and taunt what is perceived wearisome.
Those possessing character understand that
they do as they should not as you would.

There is no should for me though, only must.
Some do as they wish others as they ought
or ought not. But all men do as they must. They must.