Why do we live in a world,
that resorts to violence and hate...
Looking high and low for a friend
seeming to find that day to day...
Nothing to push, nothing to sell,
No wringing hands, just ring the bells...
Open the door; this has to be the place.
It's full of flashing lights and booming music...
Cry me a river that shows only pain,
why do we always have to play such games...
Wallpaper faces
In this remodeled world...
Upper-class sororities creating mental images of...
Propriety overtaking individuality while it...
You see them coming down the hall.
Most likely all in step...
It's funny when you look around,
Just take a giant step back...
The World, The World is coming to an end
people wondering why its comin from all the sin...
How can we slow down this addiction?
This addiction for perfection...
I know where I am, Where do I stand?
No suggestions only demands...