Rotten

One day I think I was 10

Playing with my GI Joes again

Suddenly felt lame

I guess I grew up that day

Depressed Starting to decay

Weird waves of shame

Have you screwed up so much

You can't unscrew it?

Do you have principles

Or do you just do shit?

When your thoughts run away

Then you must stop them

There are so many ways

To be rotten

Funny Just how much I've spent

Money It has always meant

Too much to me

Crowing How should one behave?

Knowing Others are enslaved

You see through me

When kindness feels too hard

You must force it

We're forever shovelling

Ever more shit

When your thoughts run away

Then you must stop them

We just wilt away

Become rotten

What's the right response

When others are worse off than you

How can you be happy

with how little you do?

Who can make their peace

With so much goddamn misery

Who are you looking at?

Are you talking to me?