Transcendental Sonnet #1378:
For One I Care For Some I Do Not
They choose to spend their grim days fighting
Imaginary conspiracies
Each other and us these tragedies
Instead of being useful writing
I suppose they just need more to do
This forbidden quality of us
Is such fun as stupid people fuss
Lacking lives they live through me and you
We have lives nor do we care to play
Their sick perverted whispering games
Their downscale drama their sorry shames
Sad and futile failures: go away!
Pardon us as we pursue the best
Leave the gossipmongers take the rest
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMV
Well said.
Yes live life. That's a great plan.