Hate Them, Wish I Was Like Them

Beautiful innocence, purity plain and true is fleeting Spent the honest face of likeability that wore the thin veneer of naivety Forgotten the simple control of ratiocination, it has gone. To be seen and heard, to be adored has become a primary focus, a purpose “Listen to me, I’ve nothing to say”. Jargon, so annoying, the argot so cloying Phrases falling thick and abstruse Self-respect adds pace to the celerity of idiocy Suffocating sycophants arrive Needing to be heard by one and by all Surrounded by yes and no Encircled with friends but friendless At home but alone, minds clouded by the void Told what to say, and love and do and who Care less of others opinion, a talent blind and envious Believing themselves eloquent sophisticats, nothing but empty headed morons They could fill a room with words and not know their meaning, nor spell them Not realising how vacuous and unnecessary they’ve become Their inanity is an insult to the inane Hate them, despise them. Want to be like them.