Please, leave me be, while I still can feel free,
To reflect; to reject your poor style
I tried on the shoes; they made me feel used
Yet I’ve still had to walk many miles.
Who’ll take the blame for the shit and the shame?
– With the world up in flames, will it matter?
You nurture and prune while denying the gloom,
But the fat of the land won’t get fatter.
Is it worth all the risk, where union exists,
to render and tear and divide?
And now with our hearts crushed by fearful old farts
What price will we pay to survive?
Left to scavenge and rove like the carrion crow
For what future? What life? What gains?
Brushed aside like dead flies to distrust our own side
And to ponder these awful remains.
I wake up today to a world gone insane