What Scara learnt at school today!

Eh, this was supposed to be a history lecture...but; so much for Thomas Hardy and World War I! This is my great Pessimism!

"The Loss - on the art of Human Shallowness"
By Scaramouche, the po(t)et; contemplator of the great, incomprehensible, and outraging things in life...as always...and just as puzzling...

The men and women scattered;
perhaps one formerly considered them bold
But not then, as a flock of casings
running spineless, enchanted, quickly sold

How could an individual framework
built as hollow as one blessed
be absorbed, just like the water,
into a sponge, so colourless?

Giftwrapped, looking glorious,
and sprinkled full with stars
The glitter's on the outside, love
the saviours behind bars

The hulls we fill with gelatine,
or ghosts of former hope
The writings prove a stock of drought
the thoughts a down-hill slope

You utter criticism, true, or accusations false
You lend an effort, help one out, 'till selfishness 'gain calls
The spangled taste of nothing filtered in through nostrils, sore
Inspires hardly senses, they grow indifferent with bore

The men and women can't decide
Perceptions, heavy-loaded, launched
Then easier, to join the crowd,
invaried stream, agreements forged

Enrich the heart of anyone with hatred,
multiple settlements of conflict
Our resolutions seem incompatible,
the loss will be our final verdict