I used to think all my troubles
Was caused by me alone
Like maybe I offended someone
For annoying them somehow
But even when I was in a secluded corner
Quietly minding my own business
Strangers would still come up to me
And treat me like shit
That's when it dawned on me
Most people hate my guts
And wish I was already dead.
The mothers shopping
Rummaging through the dresses on sale
All the while her precious lil baby
Is sitting all alone in a shopping cart
Glue to her momma's phone
Then a stranger comes by
He takes the cart with the child still inside
But the child doesn't notice it
Neither does the mother
The stranger picks up some items and puts it in the cart
But the child doesn't notice it
Neither does the mother
The stranger goes through self check out
And purchases all the items in the cart
But the child doesn't notice it
Neither does the mother
The stranger rolls the cart right up alongside his black van
And puts everything inside it
Including the child
But the child doesn't notice it
Neither does the mother
It's only when the child molesters
Driven very far away
That the child finally notices it
And so does the mother.
I hate money
Not cause I'm an anticapitalist
Not cause I'm a communist
No, I hate the love of money
I hate how it blinds people
To their selfish wants
With their endless coveting, avarice,
And hoarding of wealth
Like a dragon who burns anyone
That's comes just a wee bit too close to the mouth of their cave
And what's all this hoarding wealth for anyways
It's not like you can take it with you to the grave.
The scorpion's sting
Pains me less
Than your foul curses.
O look here's another one
Crack in the head
What shall we do with him
Incarcerate him
Electrocute him
No let's profit off of him
Yes, let's put him on display
As part of the circus freak show
No that's too old fashion
I say we record and harass him until he snaps
Then we'll have a viral hit on our hands for sure
That's perfect I've got my phone in my pocket right now
So we're ready to roll.
For centuries the satellite's
Gorge on the skies above
Leaving nothing
But darkness in their wake
Until there was only
One small rift of pure sky
Left in all the world
Just hanging there up in the air
In the small town of nowhere
Which blossom into a tourist trap
For people came far and wide
To witness what life was once like
With unfiltered skies
But as time moved on
The rift began to shrink
As did the tourists
And the small town
Slowly turned into a ghost town
Then the unthinkable happened
The rift was consumed by satellites
And the skies were no more.
I'm sick and tired of you
And all the things you do
The way you insult me
As I wake up in the mornings light
And talk down to me
When I'm struggling with a new plight
And never listening to a word I say
Especially when I'm right
Am I nothing to you but a blight?
You can't even thank me
When I pay the rent
After shifting my work to late nights
And you're still not satisfied with me
Unless you start a fight.
Stay on the course
Sway not to the left or the right
But keep onto the middle road
And be not dismayed
When persecution comes your way
But learn to persevere through it
Until you reach the finish line
And touch the divine
Upon the highest summit
Where the heavens
Meet the earth.