Oh, the things

Oh, the things that come my way,
ask for help and do not stray,
bid me listen to their thought
and their anger overwrought.

Are they here to sanctify
soul and mind or just defy
my willingness to delight
and my ego overwrite?

There's no knowing what they want; 
just their showing -- as they flaunt
their vicious pain -- all their hate
for the ills they overstate.

They insist they'll overlord; 
I just throw them overboard.