You work your entire life to please, please, please.

Please your parents by going to school so that someday, you could earn a degree.

Please yourself with unnecessary spending when you think you are rich because you are in possession of a couple hundred dollars.

You observe those around you and become attracted to those that please the eyes of many by means of materialistic things.

So, you decide that you'll go to school, please your parents by obtaining that degree, and hopefully earn enough money to please yourself by blowing your salary on the same materialistic things that once pleased your eyes.

Don't forget that there will be others who will be right there to beg you "please!"

Your newborn child that pleas for diapers, your wife who pleas for groceries, new clothes, and pampering, and your mother-in-law who is constantly reminding you that her daughter shall be pleased.

You've earned your degree and now everyone is pleading "please."

"Please help me with these bills, please teach my son this, please let me borrow that."

You continue to please all bad habits, even when your conscience tells you not to. So you've pleased all pleas and now you've become the one in need.

Those who were once closest to you are now the most distant.

You walk around the city with what sometimes feels like a bottomless cup as the deafening sounds of pennies, nickels, quarters, and dimes scream "please!" to all those who walk by.

Your existence is perceived as obnoxious.

You are no longer pleased with your living conditions; in fact, the only thing left to your name is the huge cardboard box that once sheltered some stranger's brand new plasma television.

Women grip their purses as you walk by, while children laugh and tease, and the only ones who are willing to engage in conversation with you are fellow over-pleasers or the intoxicated men who walk the quiet streets at night.

You realize that you may never learn to say no.

You take the hard-earned money of those who chose to share as though you were on your last breath and spend it all on lottery tickets and cigarettes.

You even consider suicide, but here comes Jack Daniels, once again, to save the day.

You sleep in fear at night because your body shivers uncontrollably throughout the long winter night.

You wake up from the sound of rats fighting over the piece of ham lingering at the side of your feet.

You wake up each day to play a new set of numbers until you've finally hit the jackpot and already you've begun thinking about how you plan on pleasing the eyes of those who once looked past you.