Cataract

What goals do you have enough

To make you busy,

To make your thoughts fine,

Or to quieten the well beings of society,

What degrees do you qualify as a human,

Do you?

Wills to smile,

Give charity well,

Eager beaver to shower money,

Speaking comfortable voice for someone,

Vibing for purposes,

Or impressing the natives of nations!

You smoke your frustrations,

Alcohol your palpitations,

Croak your academic calendar,

Parrot the dates to be employee officers,

Split the ends of your hair,

Bleed your noses for hours,

Suddenly, nepotism flags 

War of minds vowels,

Curfews happenstance,

Dictatorships honk the blare,

Are you fine youth with the oil of new change?

What kills you,

Kills me!

The weapon of insecure judgments,

Yellow teeth of poverty scoff at me,

Inspires me to scoop my crazy infidelity,

The razor of unemployed versions,

The dusty inside of libraries,

Bugging rots of hospital businesses,

The polity of rampant grease of corruption

Clutters you

Axes

Me.