Chairman of the Bored, Societal Ills, and Trauma of Childhood
(Sunset, San Francisco, USA)
What to do, what to do?
What do I want to do today?
Chores?
Bore
Exercise?
Why?
Read?
Please!
Write?
Yeah right...
What to do, what to do?
What do I do right now?
At this very moment...
Besides sit down
Societal Ills
I'm not responsible for my environment
I was born and I have life
And who birthed me sucks
Where I live is fucked
How can I control what I didn't create?
How can I change it too?
Should I be like them over there?
The rich or those who've had the privilege
To not be molested or poor
Those who can eat what and whenever they want?
I should always want and have a secure roof
My parents should love each other, still
And one or both should have never died
That's how it should be? That's how I should be?
I am hard, I am troublesome and hurt-filled
And it isn't my fault goddamn it!
I know I am
And what I am
Isn't my fault
Society is to blame
I am this way without choice
(Somewhere, California, USA)
It would have been odd
If my youth was different
My current life I laud
Because, maybe I like me, maybe
(Somewhere, California, USA)
FUCK A HIATUS! AYEEE
