i wonder
are you happy?
hands traveling...down why hold them up?
Face covered, sheltered beneath wings of broken believes
infedels are rewarded
the effortless are praised
we, the people, the humble feeders of society
are cast out, not welcome to participate in the banket of fortune
we would settle for a mear breadcrum of acknowledgement
instead we are starving without acceptancy
i ask you
are you well fed with swirls of steamy arrogance?
with chunks of ignorence and plates full of cockyness?
All flushed with watered down sparkling leech.
Are you happy?
i tell you
Id rather die of starvation for my hard work and total dedication than being sweaty and obese with the pride of knowing i took advantage of every precious thing life did NOT gave me.
Because i simply wasnt worth it
I beg you
Don't lie and tell me...you're happy