While people find such lame excuses to,
Shirk responsibilities and duties;
Expecting others to perfectly do,
Yet, fail to turn up in death or disease!
Misunderstanding fills their hearts;
Forgiving others is not in their blood;
Their tongues mouth words most foul, akin to darts;
A false prestige, they seem to chew like cud.
Their virtual world cannot go on for long;
Some day they must crash down to truth and earth;
When they now sing in life, a woeful song,
And suddenly, they wear a reduced girth!
Man, better stay sensible in Life’s stage;
Sometimes, we put ourselves in our own cage.
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