Self First Self Last

Self First Self Last

Self-preservation or selfish need?

What nurtures the growing greed?

The hoards gathering, garnering,

Burdened trolleys buckle and fold.

A false issue of truth fuels a greedy goal

Requiem Masses secure the death

Of the humble toilet roll.

Can they see? Do they care?

Devil take the hindmost

As cupboards creak and groan.

When there are no bums to wipe,

That’s the time to moan.

I’m on an inside, looking out

And what I see appals me.

Self is King, or Queen as

Last is first in the race to queue.

Sharing, caring – now THAT would be new.

I’m on the inside, looking out

And nothing now surprises me.

Panic rules to live just one more day

On the inside I trust my creator

On the outside I pray it shows.