Whom do I thank for the painstaking prank
That is raking a shank on my hopefulness' flank?
Truly, the people I'm meeting are odd,
Has marauding by greed left them wholly that flawed?
Status and fatness are snapping the back
Of a time that is weakened from toxin-attack.
Apathy-pathogen stifling breath
Of a diligent mind till it lies near to death.
Joyfully pointed, the poison anoints
The most loyal with toil then duty disjoints.
"No one would care if the world drowned in shit,
And the fuckers are making it hard to commit.
Intricate lazing is razoring all
The incentive I have to own burdening haul.
Others' inaction is giving me strife,
As we others in action keep striving through life.
Leaving my station of faithfulness might
Help deracinate hatefulness, blight all my spite.
Slowing emotional motive foregoes
The imposing of startling cardiac throes."