the_cold_hard

A hate so mighty and an anger so strong,
Makes me want to sing a song.
A sonnet about all that is a mirage,
Hearing I have to clean my garage!
What shouldn't be done,
Really is no fun,
What should be achieved,
Honestly, are my pet peeves.
What's more,
This poem is supposed to be a lore!
What isn't, really doesn't exist,
What is, we only try to resist.
If something is impossible,
We just shrug and say it's mathematically improbable.
Hath that be genuine,
We would never have invented wine.