Fed up

Oh, griping jealous one

Empty-hearted but for hate and implosive need,

Your hideous scratching infiltrates and,

Echoes in the void of your tin-pan days

And I listen, knowing

It is doomed for you -

‘Schoolboy fixation’,

‘Oddity sensation’.

No one at a party

You never invited anyone to anyway

Self-obsessed as you are,

You cannot look after yourself

Seemingly pleasant

But quite dangerous in your stupidity

Your glue-like fixation and

The phone that rings at all hours,

Your name on the screen

Hideous scratching sounds

You at the door

To your own cell.

Ahhh, a virtual stopping point....

Very good it is too!
Thanks to Tom the ambluance worker who I've never met, but who reccomended this.
When I start worrying about other people's welfare, which I mostly do, I think: greater things have beeen done with less fuss. At what age had Alexander led his men across the globe? People we walk past in the street grew up washing in cold water, perhaps old water if they were the youngest of a bunch of kids, they ate theire diunner from upturned apple crates and THEY never complain. Just a lot of nuerotic, spoilt, time-wasters. Never think of giong abroad to help their fellow humans, or even staying at home and doing it for that matter.