Amazing Mike was full of gifts
          that he would share all day.
But Average Joe would stay at home
          wasting himself away.

Amazing Mike and Average Joe
          were always best of friends.
But Joe was always searching for
          the means to an end.

One day came when Average Joe
          sick of life's displeasure
Took a razor from his drawer
          and slit his wrists with ferver.

Joe had asked "What am I?
          A break of unseen monster?
Or am I some strain of cancer?"
          He never got his answer.

Joe didn't wait for death of age
          counting his days as "few."
Average Joe, now sick with sleep
          and so he bid "adieu."

"Adieu to you Amazing Mike
          whose fortune ne'er rots.
Enjoy your life, the gifts for granted
          for life loved me not."