Some are known to be a thorn in the flesh
Some live just to heave heavy loads unto loaded shoulders
Some are known to turn the wheel of progress to a reverse
Some live to inflict the most pain on the hapless
Some have sworn to scourge
And to scorch others in the sun
Some leave no leaf untended
Just so to leave a curse
Some have sworn to hurl stones
Even at those whose hearts are made of stone
Some are bred to breed a bile to bite
Some live pests to pester some with tests
And have sworn to be thorns in the flesh
Long as they have life and breath
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Some are birthed to be torn between thorns
Some live with thorns hurled at them
For a cause they know not from whence it comes
Some are birthed to pair with unfriendly foes
Some live to take hard knocks and kicks
Some are birthed away from thrones meant for a seat
But are made to walk on thorns placed underneath
Some live always with pins that pinch and prick
Some are birthed to dwell among thorns and thistles
And to bear the bully’s whips
Some live to weather raging storms
To brace up for hurrying blizzards
To hug harrowing hurricanes
Even when these arrive in an avalanche
Some are known to be torn
By many thorns
And are prone to be torn between many many thorns
Until they are dead and gone
