Analysis of Moaning Puffed Up Nerve Pluckers

Nothing in one's mind is unaccustomed,
To think of others.
And,
With common sense used.
Or imagine fitting to walk in someone else's...
Worn out shoes.

But...
Something something has happened.

These days,
Most are accustomed to passing judgement,
On others perceived to be beneath them.
And not to know who they are or care.
Although...
Here, there and everywhere else,
People say...
These days are not like they use to be.

And this is true.
Since the children they had to raise,
Without showing them discipline or respect.
Or making effort to endeavor...
Lives to live as productive, ambitious,
With dreams wished...
To be successful human beings?
Lived to know environments in which,
Thoughtless foolishness were lessons.
And...
Thinking with a mind to use,
Were not lessons taught,
In homes...
Where today's moaners to groan complaints,
Still live to talk about...
How people should spend,
More time with their children.
Instead of having their nose,
Stuck up somebody else's butt!

Believing this done,
Will solve everyone's problems.
When it has already been proven,
Minding one's own business does that!
And doing what is best,
To be less ignorant!
Although...
Competing against,
A crowd of puffing fluffed up nerve pluckers.
Mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers.
Armed with their stupidity and defending it.