What voyage to which We all partake
As We fill Our lungs with that first breath,
Valueless angers always fellow Passengers;
Setting a totally sea-sick course.
Most of Us attempt Port-of-call type of fake,
Hoping Others rely on trusting faith;
When their need required loyal Supporters;
No one finding much resource.
All stumble along with little stake,
Because cooperation holds such little garth;
While Everyone elects himself a Puppeteer,
Ignoring this control lacks base.
Honesty claims the occassional Flake,
Who insists on more serious starch;
Reducing friends only to those Peers,
Accepting responsibility as ordinary case.