The Empty Suits

Blind Eyes…

They look all around
But do not see
They surely don’t see
You or me;
Too invested in
Their own occupation
To discern any consternation!
They go about
What they do best
And that’s ignoring
All the rest
Too consumed with their own
Good looks, importance and cunning,
Their disconnect from the rest of us
Made all the more stunning
They talk endlessly about themselves—
Their revues, their opinions and their remarks
Too bad, their self-consuming passion
Keeps them in the dark
In a way peculiar to their fashion
And as they wonder why
They are so unhappy,
So full of despair
And blame their anguish
On the fact that nobody really cares
As they go on their lonely way
Too unwilling to open up
Or share
With little good to say
“Because the world is so unfair”
While they go on about themselves
Deciding on colors and textures
And what to wear…