Perhaps the things you do are done for you,
And secondly they're done for those you serve?
For in this life you are not number two,
And do you not expect what you deserve?
Of course the mask of selflessness is best
And charity and good deeds win the day,
Yet I have done, and now I do confess,
I sometimes pay for things to go away.
There is a gnawing sense of guilt inside,
When I see all those adverts on TV,
About the things from which I'd like to hide,
But somehow I am being forced to see.
So I give 'cause I'm too soft to ignore,
But then I'm asked to give a little more.