The unwanters

The splashers in the pool of self filled boredom
the sarcastic jester brings out the worst in those closest
The beserk judge declares all efforts futile
The moronic stooges wrestle each other distracting everyone

Is this my attempt? am I trying? may I not simply do?
may I not simply guide these young humans?
Smiles start turning up on their faces
Celebrate the hopeless waste of energy

The more I want the less they do
the more I work the more they laze
The more I'm aware the more they're unconscious
Why do I still love them all as if they were my children?

Ah the fruitless unwanters, they still absorb enough not to fail