What is a moral contract to some,
just another bottle of ***,
to make the mind go numb?
Childhood it comes from,
in the ear a small hum,
an underlying belief,
through seems brief,
can bring them grief.
Smoke that leaf,
become that thief.
You'll find yourself bound,
complexities compound,
happiness drowned,
no contract found,
no respect for moral ground.
You're a waste of a human,
male or woman.
You have nothing to live for,
think you can't give more,
but you have given no thing,
you had no thing to bring.
Every person has a moral contract for being alive,
if you don't follow it you're in for a wild drive,
a dive,
into purgatory,
but you know the story,
you won't be missed,
welcome death with a kiss.