More the Black-Eyed Susan

It is not easy being humanIt is easy to be meanBut those who vow not to beAre leaves and always greenThe anatomy of a blossomIs based on extract of the baseAnd when we rise above the frayWe begin to find our wayWe must fight the good fight still and burdens do we shareThough the fight may not be fairThe fight is already won if we do not succumbLike hungry ants to junk like broken chips and cookie crumbsAnd one can preserve, restore, or reawaken at a premium the plumBetter parts that suck their thumbsAnd do not have to flash their gums to everyone or anyoneOnly ones that make their kindred spirits humThe fight inside not shy the butterfliesEternity be our radii