by Shaun Sykes
Composed on August 28 - September 7, 1998
Have you ever wondered why it is that you think
that you are always getting the short end of the stick?
Do you always receive one or more slices missing when
receiving your cake, pie or pizza? Are left-overs or the
last of each item part of your daily percentages available?
If the answer is yes, you are then amongst the many millions
of people who view, accept or choose, receive and expect a
daily dose of left-over remnants.
Remnants on the shelf
Torn and tattered
Scathed and scattered.
Broken, moldy pieces
Left for you and me
I stop fast and hesitate
While you gather up with glee.
No self respect or dignity
I would guess you deserve none
How you act and look reflect yourself
Do you even get the pun?
I am worth my weight in gold
I deserve the best you have
Don't you dare deny me the better grade
Or leave my order on hold.
It took me so long to realize
Many years amongst the blind
The vision is so clear to me
A simple thing to find.
But my counterparts are stuck back there
Their eyes and minds are closed,
They accept anything that's thrown to them
Life-like statues they are posed.
Are you nuts? Are you blind?
Can't you see it right before you? Take it,
Seize the best. Select from quality!
Or are you under some spell? Mind control
perhaps. They have you where they want you.
I hope you wake up and see that the better things
in life are at your fingertips. You don't have to choose
from the remnants on the shelf forever. Those of
privilege choose the best items, and leave the remnants
Oh I'm wasting my breath. The precious words I give
are unheard. You won't listen will you?
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