There are those who actually believe,
They can study the thought process...
Of another with misplaced effort and time spent.
And doing the best they can to dissect,
Only what The Creator knows is best.
And yet the ones who have elected themselves,
Authorities of human behavior...
Are the same ones finding it difficult,
To remove the collection of garbage...
Piled high in their own backyards to inspect.
Although expressing no interest in doing this,
Their noses are pressed up against...
The cracks of their neighbors' aspirations and deeds,
They do to complete a fulfilling of a lifetime of activities...
Needed by them on missions felt intuitively to accomplish.
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