It's been predicted, eons past,
That come the latter days,
People will search out others
Whose similar viewpoint, plays .
Whether truth or lying,
It's what they want to hear,
It gives them 'feel good' factor
From stranger, friend or peer.
The place where I'm residing,
Retirement home, no less,
Some folk act, like they have power,
They think they're 'it', I guess.
Just recently, one res'dent,
Too young to be ' inmate '
He acts as if he OWNS the place,
Makes some of us irate.
He thinks he has some special jobs,
That won't be carried through
'less he gets to perform them all
Gives him something to do.
At 4.00p.m. late summer time
It still is very brght,
He started pulling down the blinds,
As if 'twas early night.
Aft' chastising him openly,
Nurse did agree with me
The blinds, were raised back up again,
So everyone could see.
Soon aft., at nearby table,
'Twas heard, my name, mentioned,
His table mates, condemning
MY actions, did offend.
The folk he spoke to, openly,
Agreed with that guy's plight,
To them he just can do no wrong,
Whate'er he does, is right.
Next ev-en-ing, past six p.m.
The blinds he did NOT close,
It seems that those in charge, agreed
With me, and not with those
Who sided with the culprit,
'Tail between legs' I guess
Had he to eat some 'humble pie'?
His 'work', he may do less.
The FOLLOWING night, 'twas noticed,
No blinds pulled down at all,
'Tis obvious he HAD been told
That job was NOT his call.
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