My ripe old age of 54 years,
Says I've been around,
Seen the glint of Mother's tears,
For the child that can't be found,
Felt the hunger and the fear,
Tilling infertile ground,
Offered fervent prayers dear,
Unbalanced mind unsound,
Seen people wither and waste,
In man made starvation,
Watched style and taste,
Amidst dire desperation,
Been frenzied in haste,
For extra sensation,
I look at the various scams,
With horror and shame,
Is it just a sham,
Or part of a game,
Does no-one give a damn
Are we all the same?
Yeah, it's in the stitch,
There's always a pitch,
You gotta watch for the ditch,
You can't scratch every itch,
Shit! Life's a bitch!
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Seen people wither and waste,
ReplyDeleteIn man made starvation,
Watched style and taste,
Amidst dire desperation,
Been frenzied in haste,
For extra sensation
I like this stanza very much...its very unnerving to think that we may all be the same, perhaps life really is just a game. the question is, what do we win?