The thorn pierced glove made in China bleeds
with no remorse.

The pruning shears made in China crush
the rose's stem.

Bend back and forth until it breaks.
Place the castrated flower in a vase so all can watch

its slow decay.

Now, now
Don't let her down
She can easily subside into a frown
And get lost in the deepest corners of depression
You give me the impression
That you won't ever stall
To make her happy
And I hardly see that nowadays
So you truly have a gem in progress
Just keep it going
Because I want to see this temple be completed
The middle toe every year is supposed to grow more vibrant
Not die off
Like the rest
Even though things have you put to the test
Don't let it win
You can hold that grin
And stare life into the eyes
And shatter its lies
Trust me, you'll thank me later when you walk down that aisle
A living embodiment of the work you put in
Has made its oath to you
But that will be someday
In the future
Don't know the exact day
But it will surely come your way
You just have to make the work sparkle
It never happens overnight
But as long as your heart is right
You'll be just fine.