The world broke me.
Gone and done it’s worst.
But I broke the world.
Gone and got it cursed,
So I guess it’s only fair.
Sorry, World.
Now say sorry back,
IT’S ONLY FAIR.
Come on World,
Why don’t you care?
Stench and trash
Hurled and thrashed
Rubbish waste
Distinct aftertaste
Most of the time
I hide my true feelings.
I tell myself
“I’m pret-ty sure.
You’re doing the world.
A great fav-or.“
You’re (fucking) welcome, world.
Rejected, spit and spewed
Smell the haughty rank fumes
Self-important proud and rude
I think I’m gonna gonna puke
Reeking stench it stink it stank
I don’t want to hold your vomit, thanks
I’m too empathic for this place
I feel every emotion on your face
It grows in heaps by every minute
Into my mind
With you in it
And I applaud you.
You folks who have been here longer than me
Being a trash can for all to see; it’s too much.
I can’t stomach the smell anymore; it’s too much.