It's always the ones
Who lives their lives
Talking on no responsibility
And not a care in the world
Not even helping with parents
They don't care but the
Minute a parent or loved one
Dies, they'll show up
Demanding or thinking that
They're owe or entitled to something
When they haven't help or
Done anything at all for that parent
Spouting how it was their parents
To, but they knew that all along
But didn't want to help with
The responsibilities, didn't lift
A finger, but demands something
But don't worry whatever they get
It won't last with them because
Those spirits know who deserves nothing
Entitled Cup
We All Have Divergent Opinions
Some Of Them Rise Like Demons
From Tortured Raging Fiery
Magnanimous Cauldron Hate-Full-Ness!
Some Of Them Hiss Like Serpents
Cavorting Wet From The Deepest
Darkest Slithering Am-Big-U/Us Depths...
And...
Arise Now!
*** Storm!!! ***
We're All Entitled To
All Of Our Opinions.
[Come Hell Or High Water.]
-Gray Squirrel
05-30-2025
We cry 'cause we care
We laugh 'cause we win
We land 'cause we flight
We eat 'cause we live
We love 'cause we feel
We enjoy 'cause we deserve.
Entitled people thinks that
They are owed something
After the death of a parent
A parent that some never
Bothered to help
Entitled never had time for
Their parents, never had time
To take them to their appointments
The grocery store, or helped
Pay their bills, not help with meds
Entitled never had time to just sit
And appreciate them but
When they pass away, entitled
Thinks that someone
Owes them something
But they’ don’t
Where was entitled when
They’re parents really needed them
I guess, living their life
CAREFREE!
I'm not wild about Harry.
Since he has lost the plot,
Whinging and moaning
And gossiping a lot.
He thinks he is hard done by
And everyone is unfair
To this spoilt prince
With the flaming red hair
His hair is not the only thing that flames.
He has a bad temper too,
He makes trouble and complains
Because he has nothing else to do
He thinks he is special,
And entitled in every way
Everyone should bow down to him
And agree with what he says.
Perhaps we would listen,
If what he says is true
But what has become his truth
Become lies to me and you
He was very privileged.
A Prince among men
You have goofed it, Harry
You will have to think again.
What if everything was given?
No work, we’re all living a life of ease
Apathetic, we sit at home
With no hopes or future dreams
There's no more need for higher education
We use psychedelics to expand our mind
We close our eyes and travel to exotic places
Eating gourmet food, sipping fine wine
We've already seen the consequences
A privilege extended has become defined as a right
But, when everyone is done
Who will continue with the fight?
Living a life of meaning and purpose
Manifest from blood, sweat, and tears
In an emotional attempt equalize everyone
We’ve digress year after year
We have to remember, survival is the exception
Extinction is the rule
How ironic, the self proclaim smartest of all species
Ends up looking like the biggest fool
In modern times, everything has been given
Humanity is now on its knees
There is time to turn things around
But its starts with personal responsibility
The sunlight
was a bright coolness-
the sun itself-
a shiny
buttercup tossed, its petals
plucked and spread
silently
upon the campus, and slung
into an apartment
through unwashed windows,
slicing a chicken-egg -hued
interior.
And within
the sunlit dwelling, sat obesity-female-
graceless but so...nice,
who desparately
thought that day to appeal
to the Spring-lit noon!
The cold light,
commixed with the unwanted
(and unsolicited)burn(s)
of a sexual violence
had grabbed the unattractive entity
as it always does,
and pressed her hard,
flattened her and tried to rub
her Irish-
British blonde
flesh into.. the air...
and she thinks
of this,
and other..things...when she plays
Mozart's "Air".
A Revision of a Poem on April 27, 2022
Ivory tower dweller;
born with a silver spoon
in his mouth.
He's used to riding
the lofty coattails
of his tycoon father
Selfish,
arrogant
and self-centered,
he expects people
in his life to go
the extra mile to keep
his life "comfortable"
When they fall short,
he treats them
like chopped liver.
He's convinced himself
the world owes him
something.
Date written: 06/04/2021
I Feel entitled to your womb
citing opposites as examples
you make such a discase for youself
Delighted you be my unaccomplished.
Entitled People
Waiting in line is not what they do
They shout “serve me now or I’m going to sue”
I know the Mayor and I know the law
So call the police cos I won’t leave the store
Karen’s, Karen’s
Rude and so crass
Get in your face
Cos they don’t want a mask
Lying on camera and claiming abuse
Truth doesn’t matter facts are no use
No rhyme and no reason whatever you say
They think their entitled, so must get their way
Karen’s, Karen’s
Don’t feel the shame
They rant and they rave
Like they are insane
Me first and only, the world it is mine
I am important and so is my time
It’s why I am here, it’s what I deserve
But you are all nothing just here to serve
Karen’s, Karen’s
Angry and wild
Throwing a tantrum
Like a two year old child
All I ever wanted was to shine.
But I deemed my light by not saying what needed to be said
Not to my narcissistic mother and neglective father
Not to my toxic and untrustworthy friends
Not to my bully at school
Not to that teacher whom always underestimated me
Not to my emotionally unavailable ex boyfriend
Not to judgey church members
Not to a “bestie" who ghosts me
Not to my junkie uncle whom I have nightmares over every night
I needed to tell me the truth,
That nobody owes me a thing .
Just because my childhood was a mess ,
I wasn't entitled a great adulthood .
Drowning in self-pity would actually be my biggest betrayal
Now I’m sitting here in shambles hoping no one remembers that A+ girl from high school
I watch as life plays slideshows of my school mate's successes
And all I think about is how I just gave up on myself simple because I've been mistreated
And somehow think that mother Universe owes me for such a life.
If I could turn back the time, I would whisper to my younger self
“no to self pity, no to entitlements and no , nobody owes you a good life, you create it yourself”.
I don't want to be entitled.
I don't want to be called
the epitome of ethical,
the paragon of virtue
and the abridgment of righteousness.
I don't want to be the
lone specimen of the brightest future.
I don't want to be elected as
'The Future President'
I don't want to be an idol.
For if and when I fail,
My mind- that heard these words,
My mind-that expects itself to succeed
fails.
The burden of failure weighs me down.
The failure to succeed
showers down on me
I fail!
"Life has many ups and downs!"
They say.
Then why would mine be all up?
Why would mine be flawless?
I don't want to be entitled
'The topper'
For when I come second,
I crumble beneath the
hallucinations of disappointment.
I don't want to be entitled
'The Nerd'
for that personality that needs credit
is concealed beneath.
I don't want to be entitled
for it took me years to realize
that those titles were just
expectations- of strangers, not mine
Dreams- not for them, but for me.
Legacies grafted that need not be true.
It took me years to realize that
'I don't care to be entitled!'
Date 30/10/2020
ladies in silenced imaginations
a song
of experience
little songs of love
visions of actuality
wheels within wheels
rhapsody in flight
outlines in transit
openeyed
until it pleases
resonance released
as insights
revealed
in a unity of one
Thinking You’re Entitled
Is Being Self Centered and Lazy
Written: by Tom Wright
4/12/2018
Life, often, is like a puzzle that no man can solve,
We believe we’re number one, possessing great resolve.
Most are self centered and for others seem uncaring,
As we look at friends it’s with self we’re comparing.
Most are too quick in giving a superficial response,
And our status quo, we’ve set about to ensconce.
As fact, we accept, others thinking doesn’t count,
While feeling entitled, believing that we’ll surmount.
ENTITLED NOW FREE
Brought here some by own accords
Some by shackles and chains
What's the theme a new life for some slavery others
Miles and miles oceans bodies of waters
Come on in, come on in freedom
Free me from my entitlements
Help me replenish, set me free grant me
Liberty, grant me liberty for now
I AM FREE
09/03/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
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