The way the Gods like it.

And I 

Have always wanted 

To die -

And now you may 

Precede me

And show the way -

I did not sign up 

For this 

When I responded to 

Your blue eyes -

My family was always 

Very distant 

And correct 

It is not fair !

It's not fair !

And now I suffer 

The consequences of 

Caring -

And 

I am mad -

As the proverbial, wet 

Hen !

She didn't ask to be 

A hen or 

To be red -

But that 

Is just the way 

It turned out,

They say -

That is life, 

They say -

And we must 

Adjust 

- yeah right -

And there is a way 

To do this all 

Very

Correctly 

Very 

New-agey -

As if I knew -

And 

If I knew -

I would never have been 

There that day 

And begun this 

-Whatever it is-

Journey 

Damn and blast -

-My British ancestors are 

Aghast-

What have I done ?

- gone and violated 

The great edict! of

Not caring 

Of 

Never sharing 

Any bit 

Any part 

Of  

The heart -

They were so 

Right 

One needs must stay 

Uptight !

Stay in 

Whatever closet 

One is in -

Do not come out 

And roam 

About 

For there are the monsters 

Of doubt 

Of hurt of pain 

Of try and try 

     Over and over

     Again 

And 

The worst of it is -

There is 

     No way out !

The way is 

Through -

The center of the 

Storm -

The center 

Of the earth -

It is impossible - !

Just -

The way 

The Gods 

Like it.