Least Read Poems About Responsibility

Your Eyes are Heaven,
I want to spend Eternity looking at them.

All this burst rain
bears the development of gills,
fins cannot handle mercurial
umbrellas and so these hands do not.

Spot the unswimmers, tourists,
underneath their mushroom air pockets
this is a known known--
a safe solution to snipping

resident inevitability, their freeze is cast
away from shields or are shields against you--
the unknown unknowns are building
a future island

(it won't always anticipate
the unguent of nature or nature's man)

out of backyard Mt. Rainier
and there molted...

Despite all of its swagger
love is a dagger
with a short, sharp blade
to hide the wound it has made
 
I know you do see me
while you wander ever free
dancing with every new skirt
teasing again with each flirt
 
While I remain to do my duty
an imperiled helpless beauty
tied by a gold wedding band
longing for the touch of your hand
 
For a man who lives by the poem
loves to let his fingers then roam
dip them deep in my secret most place
bring a full blush to my regal face
  ...

Funny comment I saw on that one Office clip about the character who says if he got a million dollars, he'd gladly do nothing. I think that's how many people feel when working in an office. They know they're working until they're nearly die. They want the escape button.

There was a comment in this thread, I think, that said the lazy people are doing more for the world than the motivated people. And one person asked why. And another answered with this (I'm paraphrasing): "Think about it. The motivated people are tearing down entire ecosystems to build shopping malls, and the...