The truth is
I got this
niceness
down pat;

But that
isn’t always
who I want
to be.

You see
I do well
in semi-polite
society,
but the
populace
is bothering me
with their
disease
of well earned
stupidity.

This city
is swollen with
a horde of
***** *****
who spout *******.

Pompous
polluters,
pigheaded
capitol looters
who take
take, take,
and take.

But
when
I try telling
other men
and women
about the
corruption
they deny
the filth
of the sty
they are
living in.

Despite,
how hard I try
to be the good guy
and inform them
of the
oncoming storm,
the waters
still rise
before the sheep
realize
that they are
in a flood.

I watch
the cost
of ignorance.
There find
my mind
is losing
patience
and fast behind
these strange time
my compassion
is barely hanging,
slowly changing
into to anger

The rage
is simmering,
swimming in
a soup of
discontent
to apathy,
and I am
about to
let go
of the last shreds
of my empathy.