I am an infidel,
I follow to no one unless if it suits me,
I listen to no one unless if it suits me,
I  talk to no one unless if it suits me,
I see no one unless if it suits me,
I am an infidel who is independent,
I lie a lot of the time,
Especially now,

I stand here an imperfect plate,
Unlike everyone else I have a chip,
It's permanent and it won't go away,
The other plates don't include me from activities like running over the moon,
When someone else has a chip it's no big deal,
But when they see me they run in terror.

To the United Nations,

With your endless proclamations,

You leave endless wrecks,

And endless paycheques,

You with your fixations of peace.

Just leave me alone,
Let my immature spending go on,
Just ***** off,
I can handle my own immaturity,
You try to help me,
But I just want to left alone,
In my little dark corner of the world,

Flowers are pretty when they bloom,
When they incubate their petals they look like blunt spears,
They fear losing their dear children,
When they die so does the plant,
Leaving a plot of where life used to exist,
Their unborn children sprout and float through the air,
Until they find a friend to attach to,
They hold on and grow with their new found friend,
As they grow their flower suffocates its friend,
Until only the flower is left.

Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Trust is a must,
Lust follows trust,
Cuss and fuss is all we do,
Cry and die for you,
Try not to lie to me,
Bye as you buy for yourself,
The end is here,
Cliffs soon kills me as I take my pills,
Drills to fills,
My empty useless head,
Confusion I think not,
Depression is unseeingly cold.