What’s with pain?
It never seems to drain.
Must you not refrain.
When does it, seldom rain!

Oh pain is gain! (I don’t believe)
Or so they say.
Ever felt they? must have that I doubt.
Or, shouldn’t they have such miss behaved.

The pain insane.
Amazingly! Of love it speak. (hmmm)
In experience of what, It never did.
Still it seems the happy week.

Pain in cry of lonesomeness.
Instead of offering a laugh or two,
It believes to shed a tear (as a fool) that too!
…Lying in bed of fabulous.

Tabooed pain in angered vein.
Bursts out like it’s suddenly in pain. (what!?)
Suppressed thing in motion begin,
the only emotion the world disdain.

Pain of stupidity.
Like they all claim
I stand faithfully and agree of them,
That it is, “still undefined!”