Reality is a thankless wretch
She does not care for pasttimes
Nor cyber antics great or small
But demands attention above them all
For those who avoid her jealous glare
I am most envious of your ways
Though wondering how to do it
A world left so undone
She is as inevidable as death
Good and bad things follow her
Henpecked by her persnickity reason
Always, ever looming near
A voice that commands orders
Not to be ignored lest dire results
Bidding daily labours be known
Routines common needed so
So life's days pass by in series
Each to be done as is her desire
That living be statically held
And depravitity be stayed off
Those who choose to ignore
Their fickle fate awaits them
Squalor's safe and idle time
A demise insidiously directed
Misfortune's shadow falls low
Upon the unsuspecting fool
Life daily tasking filled with pride
To find meaning in just living
Reality is a thankless wretch
She does not care for pasttimes
Nor cyber antics great or small
But demands attention above them all