Anyone experiencing anything any different, I salute you and say you're blessed in this selfish world.
Plain and simple, as a face pimple.
Selfish as hell, mean as well.
Quite a few, got their head stuck through, through their own ass opening. Don't give a dam about others, not even their own sisters and brothers.
Everyone wants to be the number one nacho, standing out front strong and macho. Even in writing and poeming, this booms storming. Can't much blame, I feel the same. But there's a thing called reality, that rules life in totality. We really don't have to face it, but there will come a time we'll have to place it.
Reality is real, unless one wants to fantasy deal. I fantasize on happiness most, to this I propose a toast. In my non-reality sight, I fantasize joy to light, I attempt this even in my write.
Wherever else I exist, selfishness isn't on my list. I always try to share my sun, even if it is hardly none. I'm a caring sharing individual, others count on my schedule.
Married ten years, and more in love than ever, Robert and Marcie have everything to live for. But a terrible secret is breaking Robert's heart: he knows that Marcie is about to die...