A Hymn to the Situation

As plain as broth. As wild as rice.
You try so hard but just end up as nice.
I would and I’d; I’d suicide for you.
You shaved your head. You pierced your nose.
You’ve done it all and all that’s left are holes.
You misery. You broken tree.
I’ll be the trunk and take the axe.
There is no reason. No reason why.
No quality you hold unique
But still I’d die for you.