This Damned World

So you had a bad day

Go on Sir

Do it yes

Tell me how painfully slow the traffic was on the way into the office

Tell me how annoying the radio ads were and how crippling it was to hear your boss's voice scrape against your selfishly tarnished soul

Yes you

You poor poor lady

Having to polish your fabricated dollhouse from top to bottom before the in laws come round

Hearing your children throw exasperated screams into your ear begging "mommy where's my toys?!"

Holding an Everest sized wash pile in your arms like its the weight of this damned world on your shoulders

This damned world

Are you out on the street?

Nothing to eat? 

You so wrongly labelled as a parasite, a scoundrel, a scumbag, A FREAK?

Who do YOU think you ARE?

To tell them and he and she how to live their lives

To tell them they aren't worthy of what they don't have

To say whatever they never had they'll never miss

Get a job you said

Get a grip on LIFE you said

So you do it

You sip back the water as though it's never ending 

You sip back the laughter and your lives that you

You are so wrongly wasting

So you sit complaining 

Not compensating 

Not thinking

Not doing

Not wishing

Not living 

Not BEING

Anything 

Anything but you

8am you

Screaming shouting crying out

About your live so terrible that you can't go on

You can't do it anymore 

Because the first world just became too much

And that's just how it is

This 

Damned 

World