Empty Souls

They are void-- On empty- without Emotions or compassion... We keep feeding them with ours- They take greedily-slurping The foam off the tops Of life's abundance. Pretending;To feel something. They interrupt your life with An emergency- Always exaggerating... This or that- Grand-standing then withering Like a Christmas flower - Nerve wracking. Get you all caught up- Like a fire spitting dragon They have nowhere for Their souls to reside. So they often change Bandwagons Like a concerned Mother cat they drop Their problems off instinctively- To the ones whom appear to be vulnerable and underexposed. He assigns his burdens Out like kittens- With a reverse entitlement As we are to be Grateful we were Chosen to adopt One of his problems He is programmed to Say "mam"--- A lot, as if This makes-the deal Official like some Overpaid C.E.O Executive who Has no intention On solving problems Or reimbursing Your stolen money. So void -so empty - So pitiable are These empty souls. Today I am not Feeling charitable Please find someone else To adopt your kittens. And your wayward soul.