I've gained weight.
All I do is ******* my wife and
Look at **** when she's at work or sleeping.
I don't have a job. I don't have a purpose.
I lay around all day I don't
Even pick up after myself.
You probably think I'm paralyzed or ill.
No just an ******* who quit without telling her
For three months.
I look at her friends with evil intent.
Even the young ones
Like my **** gives a **** if she's eighteen.
I'd never do it though;
Just harmless thoughts
Running through my head
On repeat.

Not that you can really say
"You're a bad person"
Since it doesn't matter anyway.
We'll all be dead eventually,
Forever at that.
What's it matter how any of us got there?