Watching from a distant,
judging in a instant.
Painting pictures of vision,
making quick decision.
Watchout what you say,
wrong words you have too pay.

Under the microscope,
get out if you can't cope.
It gets hot in the kitchen,
when people start itching.
Rub medicate scratch,
put on a first aid patch.

Lick your wounds dry,
fake it or go bye bye.
There's a train leaving,
step off or start achieving.
In need of transfusion,
or is this just an illusion?

PS

For all you folks who are quick to judge, accuse me of complaining too much, want to correct, or any other critiques, I might be guilty as accused. I truly don't mind your imput. It's all the same to me. I just want you to know that I do allow all of my human feelings to come out in my poems but I do try not to hurt others feelings. Quite a few times I just be tripping and releasing after a hard days work.

The above poem is about everyone outside and inside my world including you.

G