FOREVER MINE

What’s mine is mine;
What’s yours we share.
You need my seat,
But I don’t care!

It’s not my fault
That you can’t stand.
Let someone else
Give you a hand.

I can’t abide
People with needs.
I wasn’t born
To do good deeds.

So, look around.
I’m sure you’ll find
Some gentle soul
Caring and kind

Who’ll help you out
And grant your wish
While I sit here
Mean and selfish.

Content to live
As I have done,
Expecting much
And giving none.

For what I want
Is all that counts.
And I want it
In large amounts.

The rest of you
Can go to hell.
And when I die
That’s where I’ll dwell.

Content to be
With folks like me --
Self-centered for
Eternity.

           -- George M. Gingerelli
                        © June 21, 2005