This 3 sentence poem discusses the futility of violence and bloodshed, noting that a single drop of blood cannot fill a container, and that while thought can sometimes bring misery it can also bring sustenance. It describes a dark world of massacre and pain where one can conquer all but monetary gain, and when real violence comes in a flood it leaves behind thick blood soaking the earth to give birth to a vindictive human race.

1. ABBREVATIOUS BLOOD
The conspicuous blood drop of a wounded man,
Can never fill the brim of an eccentric can.
That molecule of indispensable thought,
Has occasionally brought misery; but broth.
When one roams in this dark world of massacre and pain,
He can conquer everything except mercenary gain.
And when comes the real violent flood,
It leaves behind thick greasy blood,
Thoroughly soaking the surface of parched earth,
To give a vindictive human race birth.