They, I, You, We; None. Poem by Percy Flage

They spend too much time,
Wondering round or flat.
The world is all ground,
And that, people, is that.

Push all the buttons,
To see which burn amiss.
The ones left unlearned,
Just peak my interest.

You aren't in the mood,
To have needles in skin.
You play with beetles,
Or maybe it's penguins?

We let life pass by,
And flower with its scents.
Who has less power,
The ladies or the gents?

Live five lives or four,
I'll let no one decide.
They know 'bout the show,
And they show it with pride.

(June 15,2010)