Complacent people Complacent Governments Poor implementation Results disastrous Burning pyres Dead bodies disposal Corona made life critical Life supports Oxygen, ventilators Where are they Ask corona patients Their near and dear ones Callousness, apathy tell them They have done their duty By creating dire scarcities People slept Governments slept No one understood Their duties, responsibilities What's corona Who cares! Social distancing, masks Go to hell We are brave, we can face Who has seen Tomorrow's sorrows Let's enjoy today Complacency, complacency Every level, everywhere Bear the consequences Who cares Great Teacher Keeps teaching you It's for you to learn your lessons Never be complacent In future!
it has been a while since i've sneaked some alcohol but i don't worry, that's okay i want to feel good tonight like every other day dullness brings fear and the endless ******* rot i feel i've left this place too much like each friend i've never sought i don't even have to start it anymore it happens just so easily like my body knows i need to escape like i live inconceivably
Feel like I’m running a race and I’m winning. But no one told me it’d be lonely at the finish. It’s too late to turn back, I already did it. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for a minute. I fought hard and made it to the other side, but they rooted for the man who died. I’m not a fighter, I only did when I had to fight. Sold my soul for a better life, don’t care about no afterlife. I don’t feel ashamed, I made it in the game. If you struggled how I did, you’d do the same. ‘Cause I've been waiting too long. I've been broke for way too long. My drug use was limited by money all along. But now that I done made it, everything I use is strong. I know that it'll **** me, but I love it when I know it's wrong. The money I made changed who I am. Something to be proud of. Not ashamed who I am. Lost so many close friends along the way. But that’s a tax that the rich must pay. Can’t see eye-to-eye with folks when I see beyond ‘em. I have rich people problems. And these blood diamonds that I rock with confidence make me morally poor, but I’m rich off of compliments. Life’s a game that didn’t treat you fair. I break rules so I ceased to care. I wont stop till I’m millionaire, and I’m leaving it there.
The conversation lasted into the long tooth hours of the night. She read her textbooks and then heard a mouse with its tail barely caught in a glue trap. It squealed as if it were dying. In my heart I believed it was savable. In the agony I imagined him dreaming of fields and insects and seeds. She had these cold gray eyes. in one quick movement, she took off one of her clodhoppers and smashed its brains out. She cleaned her shoe with a tissue, she said, I neither hate the mouse nor love it, it's just a thing. At that moment I was pretty sure she was psychotic. We're both drunk, I kept watching her *** and that tight black dress. She said in a very automated voice, I suppose you want to **** me now and then slithered out of that dress. ***** is ***** But I couldn't do it. I told her to put her clothes back on and not **** anything on the way out.
tv shows on mute, mouths moving but making no assertions. a silence that doesn’t fill, doesn’t deafen, just slipping over the air like margarine. there can be loneliness in stillness The feeling before you cry but no tears are produced, like a dial tone with no intention of an outgoing call. serenity’s evil twin, a vibrant color muted with white. no longer deep or dark, just with the volume turned down, apathetically pastel.