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Self-Indulgence

Nov 10, 2025
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By Laura Marie Wingate


Why is it some people have everything?                   

all they wish for and more                              

but they are never satisfied                             

All i ask is to be happy                            

just once for something to work out right                

for luck to bend my way                                  

But the more i ask and the more i seek                   

the further it seems to be                               

until things seem so bleak i give up hope                

Why is it some people don't care about the mundane       

people who cannot be achievers all day every day 

people with the dignity to care for other people         

How many of the consummate would care about me?          

notice if i fell dead at their feet                      

but how many would expect me to kiss their feet?        

The world is full of deception and despair               

about hatred and foul play                               

about winners and losers                                 

The world is wrong                                       

What happened to the hunger to help your fellow man?     

gone                                                     

lost in the struggle for greed and profusion             

blinded by the obsession for self-indulgence   


By Laura Marie Wingate    


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