Take heed you bitter fools with nothing else to do
But pick apart the actions of those who aren't you;
Uppance cometh, tongue in cheek, sneaky like a snake
And you will find your hopes unwind for Heaven's sake.
Take on somebody's problems, take them as your own,
And dip your dirty fingers in; leave not alone.
Think yourself the wiser one, show others' mistakes,
And you will find your hopes unwind for Heaven's sake.
Rouse the slovenly on up, let no gossip's tongue
Poison gentler, sweeter ears or terrify young.
Beg the beggar rouse his bones, shake the sloth awake
And you will find your hopes unwind for Heaven's sake.
Your efforts are admirable--give it a rest
No one knows but you how you try to bring the best
Out of those you deem in need of helping along;
Did you ever wonder if 'tis you in the wrong?
The world's full of depravity, needing no aid
For anyone to point it out. Please leave unsaid
The opinions shared with us, bitterly and strong--
Did you ever wonder if 'tis you in the wrong?
The pickiness you demonstrate speaks too much time
To spend among the rabble, no ladders to climb
And lift yourself above the mass, murderous throng;
Did you ever wonder if 'tis you in the wrong?
Yes, the world needs changing, yes there's much to suffer,
Yet the trials we all face merely make us tougher.
Give your time to pointing flaws: make the sinners quake
And you will find your hopes unwind for Heaven's sake.
'Tis not our place to judge the lost, but give instead
Kindness, and then turn our thoughts to our own heads.
Though in hypocrisy I list your flaws, play along:
Did you ever wonder if 'tis you in the wrong?
postscript
For day 15 of --the La'ritmo, of 8 4-line stanzas with refrains and 12 syllables per line. Sorry about this one. I almost died of boredom writing it. There we have refrains again. I think Parsat used the word "bloated" to describe this form, and I wholeheartedly concur. Still, DFC needs to throw this sort of form in to stretch us, I suppose. I don't even know.