Parasite
Ecclesiastes 1:8 New Living Translation (NLT)
8 Everything is wearisome beyond description.
No matter how much we see, we are never satisfied.
No matter how much we hear, we are not content.
Pour it out on paper … all the facts are not in
Choose to be unhappy … in your frame of mind
Life is just a vapor … soon gone with the wind
The same for Ma and Pappy and others you can find.
Emotions in the playpen … are forming many words
The message is still the same directed from the heart
Remember now and then … seem never in one accord
As contradiction within can’t part from being smart
Streaking on white surface … impressions from inside
The reality of truth passed by … surely seldom invited
Exclaiming to know purpose … separating what’s right
As it sucks away at life ... as an ever slurping parasite
Jan Wienen
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