Day 114 February 25 2014: No good deed

I Stopped to smell the roses and my nose gets pricked by a thorn, pleasure always comes with pain.

I donated to charity to help feed the homeless, I shouldn't have used my rent money.

I pushed a small child on a swing and heard them laugh, their mother is pressing charges.

I helped an elderly lady cross the street, my nickname is now "GILF lover."

I held the door open for a woman,  forty-eight more people helped themselves.

I decided I'd pay for the person behind me in the grocery store, she bought over six hundred dollars of food.

I gave you the shirt off my back, forecast is calling for acid rain.

I loved you with the depth that any ocean would be jealous of, and you left me to drown.

"No good deed goes unpunished."
 - Oscar Wilde