Self Pity Poison Poem by John Sensele

Self pity is a boa constrictor
That squashes any hope of progress
As minds shy away from a stricter
Code of conduct that sows seeds of success.

Self pity is a millstone
That drags folks into a pit of despair
Where for their transgressions they fail to atone
To leaves lives in a state of disrepair.

Self pity is a Nemesis
That folks of goodwill ought to ditch
As they lurk from crisis to crisis
Of ever rising pitch.

Self pity is a quicksand
That sucks folks into a delusion
That third parties will hand
Them a comfort cup without any valid reason.