The Way Of Men Poem by Great Emeritus

the way of men is but deceit
forgetting that tis world is not ours
glued to where life suggests, dancing to life's beat
embracing it's pinch of treats, sweet or sour-
this is the way of men...

the way of men is of pride
seeing others in lack
consolidating wealth with them beside
always quoting equivocal fact
that is the way of men..

the way of men are unimaginable and unexplainable
always ready to make ones eyebrows rise
the wrath in their minds, terrible!
wanting to get all, destroy, just like mice..
isn't that the way of men?

the way of men can be dangerous
it can metamorphose hastily, to kill-
it can not be testified as marvellous
but when awakened, it can drill..
friend, I call it the way of men.

this ways are not in us when we came to life, it was generated, it can be undo,