Helping always goes down the drain.
No matter what you do.
The person your helping just says screw you.
They don't take your advice.
And they always moan and complain.
After a while you stop.
Boredom starts to creep in like a bandit in the night.
You find other ways to occupy your thoughts.
This entire world is just plain aphatic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem