Yes Butting Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

I hear your pain, my friend.
You do seem stuck.
With every effort thwarted
you're depressed.
Yet, while you blame
your fated, lousy luck
you veto
every option I suggest.
You either have a god
you must appease
who seeks to do you ill
at every turn
or else
each time you do
“just as you please”
creates a consequence.
It's what you earn.
You cannot change the past
although you try.
You cannot change the weather
or your lot.
You cannot take
because you haven't got.
You cannot win
because you rage or cry.
You pout,
yet seem invested in your mood.
You have the strength to change-
your attitude.