Why People Are

Some people are noxious,
And others are nauseous;
Most of them unconcious
That they need a compass.


They blunder through Life
As a husband or wife
Thinking that one night
An epiphany will shed light

On their predicament:
As though a God sent
Would aid them to repent
And reclaim the years spent

In the wilderness, out
where the mountains shout
Back at you, and the clouds
Shower to end the drought.

So if you are obnoxious,
And he easily nauseous,
I've learned what the cause is:
It's how you cope with losses.

Nausea, from fear of loss;
Obnoxious, to be the boss.
They are all the heart's walls.
Next time, let a coin's toss

Decide...