The Originality Taste.

You can't see the beauty through this human waste,
and you can't feel the peace in the originality taste.
There's tears that will fall, droplets to scorch,
times where the wasted will carry the torch.
I wake up and think dreams are real,
and I hope and I pray -
that there's tears that will fall, droplets to scorch,
times where the wasted will carry the torch -
but for all the right reasons, that no one can see.
I pray this for all since there's no originality.
We need more in life than wh-r-es and transvestites,
and more than the cruelty that fills our delights.
For, you can't see the beauty through this human waste,
but maybe with some changes we can give originality a taste.