Who I

Who
Knows
Why some
So love to carp
Criticize pick away,
Perhaps complaining
Is their only pleasure left
Having driven off all human
Contacts family friends all
They have left is to carp
At tedious length about
Anyone who does not
See as they do or feel
The way they do or
Embrace their fad.
Loneliness and
Spite perhaps
Or a decay of
Reason and
Rationality
But like a
Black
Hole
They try
To make the
Starlight dark.