The ceiling is leaking again.

Animosity and anxiety are dripping in

Through the pores in the plaster

But no one takes notice

Of this impending disaster.

Splash. Splish. Splosh.

The pessimism is splattering on the floor

But no one looks up.

One careless hand reaches over

And picks up a pot

To place under the spot

Of the leak.

But the pot will fill

And eventually spill

Because no one cares.