I lament the days when I do more
And others see the same needs but ignore,
What is important for everyone
Instead they focus on just getting done,
Things that they believe suits them,
Letting everybody just go to hell
Because they cocoon themselves in their cloistered shells,
Ignoring other important things that need doing
They seem to not care if everything else goes to rack and ruin,
As long as they’re happy and feeling sated
Nothing else matters in their world so they’re placated,
While everyone else picks up what they’ve not done.
fauxcroft 