My Reckoning Of Fairness

Life is not fair
and for good
great
reason
for fairness
is the
wife of
bloody
red
communism,
oh life
would be
such a
tease
if all
things
were
fair,
oh nothing
would be
more
bleak
and quality
of life
would be
a cold
grey
cadaver,
it would only
make things
worse for
a greater
swarm of
of
people,
the more
times a
cake is
cut,
the less
cake
there
is,
everything
would
be as
half assed
as a
donkey
with
two
legs
and the
air would
become
a loud
roaring
sea
of mouths
belly aching
to the
pale
moon,
and the
dull
drab
prison
of stagnant
hope,
even God
does not
think
that the
world
should
be
fair