Why Me?

Why me?
Because, you’ll play this hand.
Why me?
You won’t break;
Plus humans can’t disband.
Why me?
You’ll milk it-like a Guernsey with utters of sizeable girth.
Why me?
You’ll take cheap,
and produce a luxurious rebirth.
Why me?
Because you HEAR the pain
When it simply hangs in the air,
Why me?
You’ll better the world
…and teach comfort

To rule despair