why is the world so complicated?
with people everywhere putting on masks
trying to be someone they are not

why can't people mean what they say,
and never lie again

why can't people just be nice,
so there will never be fights,
or rejection, embarrassment and hate

is it just for fame?
is it really that important?
more important than friendship?

wouldn't life be much simpler if everyone was truthful?
wouldn't it be so nice, like heaven but in earth

but why was the world created so complicated?
maybe there's a reason, maybe it's better this way.
I wonder why...

This is River Monsters, mate, and I'm like Jeremy Wade
Helping myself to dates, while I'm lying in wait
Along the Strait of Rhymes, waiting for someone to take my bait
What can I say? It's three quarters to eight
Looks like no one's ready to be put on a hot plate and made irate
I'm Alexander the Great and I'm conquering this "poetic" estate

With words that are as venomous as a krait
Let me try to actuate you to think of rhymes to create
But you're not thinking straight, this is MY trait, you're too late
Heading for the home plate, around it I perform a figure eight
Although I don't skate, heh... Hey, your pupils are dilate!
Guess you didn't know, being inundate with my words was your fate

This is all you're able to tolerate, I estimate. It's not going to abate so when you're ready and you can relate, come find me, I'll be lying in wait.

Hey there poets, this is my first poem.
I've been feeling bored and lonesome.
So I ended up here.
Reading poems from my peers.
Finding something to do with my time,
Something to do with making rhyme.
This is turning out quite bad,
Yet I ain't mad.
I don't know what I'm doing,
But hey, good morning.

Once upon a time,
Where we collide,
In our hideous life,
I found the light.

With you by my side,
My tears are dried,
With you as a guide,
I feel alive.

You bring me joy,
You understand my enjoy,
You sometimes annoy,
But now you're my boy.

Thank you I say,
But this is cliché,
Deep down I pray,
Always you'll stay.