It's Meaningless Poem by Vincent Onyeche

What exactly do you search for,
In an armpit if not for an odor...
Common in both the rich and poor.

We all have at least a single error
We may or may not know it's a tumor
Hard to be Jesus but easy being pastor.

Judge not, no one is to but the creator
A married man was once a bachelor
Even the Angels pass the back-door.

Life continues because Earth welcomes a visitor
Who cometh to disappear like a rumor
Mortality is ours, even if you are an emperor.