Self. My self. Me, myself and I
Looking after number one
from now until I die.

Fish. Bait;
cast out a line and wait.
I don’t mind the lull in time,
it’s the wasted hours I hate.

Selfish… Shellfish….
sealed in its own universe….
Never exposing its sensitive insides…
to prevent itself from getting hurt.

Mankind; selfish,
self centered and involved.
Humans must learn someday
that “inside their shells”
the world doesn’t revolve.


About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
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