Chaos in the Singular

Chaos in the Singular- by G. Mc G.


Sympathy for the sympathetic-
A mess, left for the antiseptic.

No problems of one's own,
Live solely for others
Their actions condoned,
Thanks to Chaos in the Singlar.

The driving force- the backbone
With no problems of one's own.

Chaos in the Singular:
Confusion of the simple.
Facing their despair,
Leaving only a dimple.

Like a mockingbird,
Or the farmer's herd.

But the bird ages,
As do the sheep.
Their rock weathers,
And I alone lose sleep.

You aren't Chaos in the Singular,
But I wish you luck,
'Cause now I've got my own problems,
And without me you're stuck.