Was ever a wiser thing done?
To some, I will sound unpardonably cold
Others may feel in agonizing need of a gun
But hear me out,
As unfolds my profound theory,
That will protect you
And hold you up when you grow inevitably weary
The thought came rather forcefully upon me
When a jaded friend came to my door
With enough liquid in her eyes to rival that of the sea
She cried in fervor, "My love has left me!"
In a voice that assaulted the ear
Her plight she did explain,
To me, her reluctant peer
"You will find another," said I,
But, she refused. "For him will I cry!"
"For him will I burn!"
"For him will I sigh!"
"For him will I yearn!"
"For him will I die!"
I tried to reason with the devastated girl to no avail
For her emotional ship had unquestionably set sail
This event led me
To the unavoidable inquiry
What is Emotion?
A path that leads to inescapable desolation
A whirlpool of perplexity
Minus, of course, that burning sensation
All that 'feeling' does is leave you
In a state of impenetrable mystification
My dear pupils, even without me
In time, of course,
Your eyes would open and the truth would you see
But I feel it is my duty to give you a head start
So take my humble yet insightful advice,
For by doing so you could only be labeled 'smart',
And abolish that dastardly thing called Emotion
For indeed, if someone would propose it's exile a law
I would unwaveringly second the motion
Mask the hate
Cloak the pain
And evade all things
That make us not quite sane
Bury ideas of love
It is certainly not a gift from above!
For it is forged time after time
And leaves half of humanity
As sour and bitter as a lime
So my friends, I entreat you
To not let these things beat you
Dry your tears
Hide your scars
Put aside your fears
For when your mind is unconquerable in this way
You will be proficient enough to greet many a day