Venomously Preoccupied

The venomously preoccupied, They know what they're doing. Nor do they weep, or sit down for their pudding. Not one bird's chirp, a call from the neighbour; Nor a simple request or an ask for a favour Can pull this man's mind out of its infereal labour. For what I stated at the start isn't entirely true. That's how the world works, I meant that, too. The venomously preoccupied can't help it that way. They try not to be, to free up their day. Can't help it that way when they push you away, Tell you they're busy so you can't see the decay. What I need to tell you about the preoccupied Is that the venom isn't permanent, please let it lay. He just needs you to pretend that it's all okay.