Selfish
By Venus Lanaux
 
Why do we choose to stay so sick?
Continue to fall for the same old tricks.
Why do we proceed to live in the past?
Store up for ourselves; fear attack?
Ha!
It hurts: The way they don’t love you.
Ask them who they love, “Who?”
They don’t need anyone else.
They're all out for them-DAMNED-selves.
They love their things…See their *BLING*?
They write their own stories:
‘My work. My strength. My glory.
Dead presidents got money & I want mine.
Bank account’s an hourglass; you’re wasting my time’.
When all they had has gone to waste,
It all adds up and calculates their fate
They’ll have pushed all the right ones away,
Only to learn, all too late,
That all they ever really had was the day.