Self Proclaimers

Such rapier wit that cuts right through With quick tongues that can’t tame the shrew There is nothing left or better for them to do Except belittle all they meet There is no concept of wrong or right They’ll speak their thoughts just to start a fight They are always alone most day and night For of love, they are deplete Perhaps, by chance, they’ll one day learn Respect’s not taken, it must be earned Right and wrong, will they discern? I pray it happens so But until that day, they’ll so confine Themselves to torture, like doing time For they won’t have, friendships to find They’ll be no friends at all to show