Teacher or Teaser?

Life teaches: a submission to dismal.
A validation of creation’s gradual
build-up of turture and rage- innocences
must soak in guilts; love shall fade off to lust.
Plain ineptness swallows our stolid senses.
Pace bonds with sluggishness; matter with dust,
adolescent dreams; timid temprament,
& memories dear are only of torment.

They aren’t ever lessons, they’re just teases.
The weather becomes harsh, yet favourable,
Fate’s sometimes pleasant, & sometimes displeases,
wearier the heart, the more it proves durable.
Youth well spent returns with haunting pain,
all hopes will die, then they will rise again,
love’s nothing but a cheap cheat at last,
& breath is inconsequentially fast.

The discourse pages are always refreshed,
the common blunder lurking to recur,
the rookie careful, eschewing being trashed,
the tutor playful, lighting up his bore.
The one is focused, desperate, serious,
the other- frivolous, bleak, ingenious.
Occurences are Life tossing a coin,
& it is tail when she kicks our groin.

We Hate You (Animals Make a Collaboration Song)

You squeeze my scrotum for your milk,
you yet call me the bovine ilk–
& that’s only the best
among your painful jest:
you force me into leathered silk.

You give me shelter, take me to marts,
fill my bowl with bony parts.
But to anull it all,
you slant against the wall,
& spray me with your garlic farts.

Chorus:
We hate you, we hate you,
we hate your brain & curvy brow.
We hate you, swear we do,
we hate you’s all we say for now.

You call me slither, you slitter more.
You say I feel nothing in my core.
But you are the heartless,
the wild. You are the mess
between the thighs of your messy whore.

You tag me King, yet have me tamed,
‘majestic’ is reference to my name.
But the truth be said,
you bump off my head
& use the belittling word ‘game’.

Chorus:
We hate you, we hate you,
we hate your brain & curvy brow.
We hate you, swear we do,
we hate you’s all we say for now.