King Of Pain

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. - Thoreau

trying to lift this world's burden without a crane

my soul crippled and lame

petting a vicious lion's soft, cuddly mane

holding a punched ticket for a derailed train

caught without an umbrella in constant rain

living with a varicose vein

walking with a heart's sprain

no target with which to take aim

unwilling to erase life's stain

unable to escape an existence's bane

crippled with disdain

ill with a different, unknown strain

leaning 'pon a striped, candy cane

help, please, someone help me find what's left of my brain

trying to rule without a reign

victim of the cold's disdain and my own crying shame

don't make me have to explain

just crown me king of pain

Author's Note

"Cowards suffer, heroes enjoy." - Thoreau