Random Indifference

I have been betrayed by my own kind--
No fault of theirs; they are merely obeying
Their bio-imperatives, always chasing
Prime cuts of meat, taking a bite,
And discarding the rest.
They can't for the life of them fix their eyes
On the vine taking root on the opposite wall,
Holding it upright, preventing collapse
And a thorough mass-maiming catastrophe.
Such ingratitude! considering
I write for, about, and around their tribe,
Mostly in favor (but a little at odds),
Yet they can't be bothered to say hello,
Let alone effervesce in that joie-de-vivre style
As they do with their borderline buddies pro tem.
When I was younger and semi-attractive,
It was much the same:
I was shunned like a leper, or an anti-magnet,
Repulsed or repulsing those ironclad icemen;
I could plow a path clean through the densest floe!
Don't tell me it's different in wider circles--
I've heard the stories from broads abroad,
And out there, the situation's worse,
For kindness can't be begged-borrowed-stolen;
Squeeze the average stiff, and you won't get a teaspoon!
Human flesh ain't much better than
Sawdust and sand.