We are hydrocarbons
We all burn
We are all laughed at
And we all get our turn
We produce our own enemies
We almost smother ourselves in sadness
We all release CO2
When we die from this poem's badness
We all want to be superior
We all want to be the equalizer
We want to be leerier
Without being the sympathizer
We smite and are smited
We hurt and we heal
We spite and are spited
And have a tenuous relationship with what's real
We are hydrocarbons
We are equal despite what we aspire
And if you don't agree
I'll light you on fire
Constructive criticism appreciated.