Pyrite Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

Love is a jewel.
There is always
an admirer waiting
to steal it away from you.
There are plenty of jewels
that are without a band
for you to choose from.
Why do some people
see a pair of jewels
and want to take one of them?
Are people too lazy to mine
for a beautiful jewel of their own?
Some are just scum and will
continue to be scum so that they
can end their lives in loneliness.
Go right ahead, but why do you
have to ruin others around you
while you ruin yourself?
You're not a jewel you're just
a worthless piece of pyrite.