The psychology of stamina sticks

More is less when people congregate,
Under one roof to fly,
No one is to be relied on,
No one to be trusted,
With the valuables he possesses
And the lies he faces from every other comrade,
Thus the truth from every human ear remains barred,
And hearts lie scarred,
Bruised and bloodied,
Harried,
And god forbid married,
To this idea of self-righteousness,
And holier than thou happiness,
Ash expenders concealed,
And insecurities revealed,
To expose a huge mortal abyss,
The sight of which you'd rather miss,
Vultureness and malice is in the air,
For nothing's fair,
Yet you expect care,
For laying out your soul bare,
For every soul to be a witness to your mental lair
Left to your devices,
Enjoy the wait for the consequences,
The thirst goes unquenched,
And the stench,
Of human ill doing rises up to a great altitude,
For every unrelated being to comment on its magnitude
Choose to laugh or choose to sympathise,
For those people with opinions,
You better empathize,
And make them realize,
That all is not lost
And cigarettes shall survive the rise in costs.