Poesy and Prose

Assumptions

I hate it when they ask 

Me if I'm doing fine, 

I hate it when they think 

The world runs on time. 

I hate it when they say

Money is all I need, 

I hate it when they insist 

I fall to their greed. 

I hate it when they call 

Out their own hypocrisy, 

I hate it when they say 

I'm the one who can't see. 

I hate it when they say 

I can't let it all out, 

I hate it when they decree

Success requires the darkest route.