Can I smile just a little please

A little sweetness, just a little,

And lots of chili, hot, ...quite a lot, so much so it's

unbearable, so falsely real,

Life must be a gift, to endure, to bear,

Like hot coffee in the utensil, it burns, yea, it ever burns,

It's a pain, this gift must call life, from my point of

view, that of a lost, dead feeling, ever so continuous, 

It's an unending abuse, with lots of thickness, and I've to

be careful, spending it, even this, ...With lots of sad smiley tears.