This routine is a crutch.
Upon it you relay too much.
Digging in heels so you can continue the trend.
Under these forces any mind will eventually bend.
Conform to that which is so easy to repeat.
Becomes so rehearsed that its an instinctive release.
Harp on about another sleight.
All to try and engage in a zero fight.
Setting up obstacles to throw in your own way.
Self validation of how miserable your life can be.
All while ignoring that you are the cause.
Continuing to pretend that you have absolutely no flaws.
More you complain the faster the cycle.
Seeking no solutions is treason in kind.
Ferment in the torture to gain more notches.
Every one is proof of how life in unkind.
Stacking against but its all down to you.
Complain so much that it all comes true.
You’re never to blame.
Bad luck brings pain.
And trying is hard.
So better to follow in-action.
Wallow in mountains of self pity.
Trust soon eroded like a stone.
You wished for it and so now you’re alone.
Feast on what you brought unto yourself.
No helping hands will extend or offer you help.
Too little too late you screwed up bad.
This is what you get for bringing the mood down.
Pushing hopes right into the gutter.
We wave goodbye to being part of your endless misery.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 