Filtered Wishes Sting!

The recipe for love and life is often stifled with unknown strife

And spiced up with flagrant flavours that give lust for this life

We all hold it so very dearly and try to delve into its wonder

As the players and winners take those who linger and wander

With clenched fingers that pry into the debts that should be left

For what they are which is nothing more than dreams and wishes 

With pickup lines that hold favour for the riches of this fettered life

Why are these unwanted games being played and who really wins

When the loser is refrained from not knowing what they should

Where do we go wrong in this miffed existence of wanton wishes

Can you honestly tell with a wholehearted conscience why

With all of the knowledge in this vast world where workers slave

Having done their daily grind to please the wishes of the higher kind

As they plagiarize and pamper themselves in the wonder of it all

Before they traipse their stolen wares they plunder the feeble mind

Leaving love and life in tatters as the rich in hunger think they matter

And only then can the blind man see things for what they really are

Just like driving in the dark without the lights of passing stars

Cluster to make everything that once was beaten and maimed

Marred in the rat race of this precious life for hope for tomorrow 

Oh yes this life can be called a cunt for what it does to the soul

being so inconsiderate but always consistent in its manor

As the love for what was cherished with open arms and grace

Is now left barren and beaten for whoever might want to kick again

No, it is not a great day that we think we have in our deepest wishes

We are programmed to be as we are told to be for the power seeker

As the feeble-minded creatures are left to fester in their own blunder

What a wonder you might think as you linger still with your fill