The world is fucked in so many ways,
It's hard to even count.
I'd have to invent a number system,
To represent the emotions that amount.
This winter large parts are tasting wine,
The finest that money can buy.
While others are starving in frigid cold,
Their shit exposed to the capricious sky.
Parts of the world are sleeping well,
While others are worried of bills.
Most of us don't have jobs,
Education decides only the suicide pills.
More we learn, the less we know,
The ever expanding circumference is a bitch.
An economic crisis wrought by lies,
And assumptions that favor the rich.
People are two-faced snakes,
Dysfunctional sensibilities, morality down.
They think with their sexual immaturity,
They often dress out of town.
We wallow in our feces, metaphors as you see,
Fucked in every hole we fight, losing fights.
There are just too many, and too little,
That can diffuse the misery and blights.
I know my words like all words of intent,
Fall on deaf unaccustomed ears.
The addicted world goes on trampling lives,
Through these horrible delusional years.
When the shit hits the homo sapiens fan,
History will be written in plastic poop.
Nothing about art, or music will be,
In the fossilized gossamer goop.
None of this sucking dick, fucking ass,
Humor will survive after we are dust.
As I sit on my bed and think,
A turd has announced its urgency must.
