It’s a parasite’s world.
The worm of laziness
Clogging the mind,
Ego refusing change.
It’s a parasite’s world,
Seeping through one’s blood and breath.
Adoption, adaptation to change, an uphill task.
Ignorance, dark, deep, masquerading ugliness.
It’s a parasite’s world---
Where dependence is practice.
And excuses-- strategy, to design.
Deadlines met feverishly by others.
It’s a parasite’s world,
Where type of work affect quality.
Where comparison and perks galore
Stifling freedom, to create with responsibility.
It’s a parasite’s world,
Where, those who do and are willing
Get busted with jargon of abuse.
Euphemisms learnt and articulated.
It’s a parasite’s world
Where fear is fed with horror.
Where incompatibility and incompetency
Rule one’s hidden strength and power.
It's a parasite's world
where love lavishes in luxury
and 'Basic Instinct' given prowess
Suck out life from the 'highest of all species'.
We all pay for dumbing down
educational standards all around
from thriving metropolis to sleepy small town
Incompetency reigns throughout customer service
Doctors' inaccurate diagnoses make patients nervous
Corporation mission statements, worthless lip service
It starts in the classroom, where teachers won't demand
if you want to say something, first raise your hand
Then later on, when rampant cheating's ignored
which leads to society's ox getting gored
So, let's stand up to teacher union's bureaucracy
Their idea of excellence - in truth, mediocrity
Insist on high standards, from grade one through university
and say No! to preference based on 'diversity'
she rarely spoke of the past.
when the world turned her down,
Her loneliness and despair made her
dumb,
incompetency and ineffectual she felt.
she never wanted to speak about it
When she does try to speak.
The bloodshot eyes flood,
Downhearted and gloomy,
In a low tone,
Allow life take it's course.
Turn your back on the world.
And we left dumbfound.
Pett Ezra Isaac.
Engrossed with love and deep seeded thoughts
Passion takes over and in mid moment I am caught
I peer up from my deepest world
And into stupidity and incompetency I am hurled
You stare at me as though I am strange
You back away as if you'll catch my mange
But in the most shallow part of me you'll find
Mysteries of man and sands of time
In the darkest shadows you will see
The angry and hurt kept inside of me
Poisoned by humanity in realms of the unforeseen
I linger within myself holding tight to my dreams
I shalt not allow you past my gate
For no one knows the hands of fate
Keep your distance remember your fears
For I have held my secret for many many years
A tear falls down as I close this door
For I can't keep coming back for more
My soul bleeds for truth as I watch the world fade away
This is the end...the final day.
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