Death to those in idleness

Trapped in falsified peace

Gaining in skills that lack the arts

Bathed in stillness you’ll seemingly never part

A state of mind in stagnant time

Still rushing for the search

Of something, just something

To fix the itch

I write to you in desperation

To slay the boredom

For in the inside

I bleed

S.O.S.,

Your pathetic pleb