The Good Deed
Seems to me that no one takes
A good deed anymore
Without some skepticism that
It was done simply for
Something in return, no sir
The Good Deed is quite dead
Good Samaritans are met
Not with joy but with dread
You compliment one’s work ethic
And they look at you weird
They can’t believe that anything
They do could be revered
You compliment someone on their
Visage and they assume
That you’re after a date or want
To be their bride or groom
They screw up and you let it go
But they can’t deal with it
They won’t believe that some things just
Aren’t worth giving a shit
You give a gift and right away
They feel they’re in your debt
Now they feel compelled give
Instead of simply get
This is the world we live in, friends
Most doubt and do distrust
It leaves the true Warrior filled
With sadness and disgust
The few who give with no thought of
What they’ll get in return
Are doomed to watch the others furrow
Eyebrows and just spurn
Efforts of their selflessness
And question motives why
With every good deed questioned, that’s
One more who will be shy
~Miro
