Leeches

At the end of the day when I look back and see my knowledge and insight rusting with ageing colleagues

I pity my age and wish to give up; I can’t change the means and the ends frustrate the will to work any more

I want to rest now burying ambitions and achievements that ache the soul and make empty sounds in the hollow of a hallowed pond long doomed for marrying self-indulgent elites and idiots sucking generations