Be Blessed

Life among selfish brats,

Who stoop so low,

To get their work done,

Am I blessed or cursed;

To be in such a company,

That could taint my nerves.

Cursed are those souls,

Who never think about others;

For a time will come one day,

When no one will think of them,

And leave them alone

To shrink, rot, and die

A death of pain and shame.