A Helping Hand Poem by Alexander Downie

I will bite your kind hand but take this other,
because I don't care about you, I want my lover.
I will make excuses about sun, friends and dogs,
and refuse to see clearly through my own selfish fog.

I will put loved ones future at risk for my own desires,
and then lie to the world and myself about the real fire.
I will use what I can in this sickest of sadistic games,
while all those that love me lives goes down in flames.