What Men Are Poem by Avery Eglantine

Men are chambers of emotion-an opaque material
Often thought flesh is grass
though it'll never be

Some are jack of all trades and successful or not
Some are master of something
yet've proven none but his field

Their lips aren't made to express
Slack jawed; they are always
Their thoughts are creative
and destructive

Their thoughts are overruled by ego
It's their Achilles hills & water loo
When volume increase; so do pressure
there their sanity explodes

Are naturally critical thinkers
yet if their principles do not exist
in reality, there their insanity abound.

Some are concerned chiefly upon their own exclusion
They need to be startled.

Desires for power
to create a world they'd been long
dreaming of.

They are discoverers; knowledge ravens
Dreamt of being the world's puppeteer
and is simply discovering extinction

Aye! none is everlasting
All is ephemeral
Everything shall perish
All shall end.
Agony of extinction is unreasonable.

Thus men are those creatures
who bring complexity,
variations and art in this world
Their loss is the world's dullness