A Small Life

Your life is small

the way you brag and boost

of money

for little work and toil

brag about some gala

of celebrities galore

of which they never

see you

over layers of misfortune

false ways

and stolen ideas.

No they don't

really know you,

making your quest

for exclusion

all the more sad.

Every job

not won by merit

but begging others

to say a good word or two,

cashing in favors

of people you drop like trash.

Your joy in life

is dangling a carrot

of what you think

someone might want

or need

like some kind of ray

of false hope

for the stricken

to try to keep a connection

from people who have long

moved on.

It is not your fault

you don't really know

what is going on

or how to ask

of another.

So how could you know

just how much

no one needs you

or thinks of you.

Though you fill a room

with your gluttony,

your life is small.