Spoon Feeding

The most frustrating thing,
sharing oxygen above water
Would it be remiss of me,
to ignore the destructiveness of it?
Blissful in your ignorance,
angry of what you elect to know
In your false savior-hood,
forgetting your immaturity
You want nothing but freedom,
yet demand your needs impressed
Lonely in your culpability,
insistent of your incapability
Who will not be held accountable,
when it no longer suits you
Silly, craving utter uselessness,
and the whole world all at once.