I got a lifetime of reaching,
sticking my neck out
and pleading
for you to stop the bleeding,
or help me let the flow go
all out.

I may have my doubts,
but rage is a certainty,
and I can certainly see
how you love your stupidity.

Equations written,
but instead of wisdom
you take the chalkboards
and fill them
with the scribbles of children,
as you become smitten
with committing
to business guy’s
greed and lies.

I tried to give you what you needed,
but you got bad boy lust dust
just spilling out,
with a hand full of farts
that you tell me
aren’t smelly.

This is a chilling bout,
and I am on my last round,
as this fast fat clown drowns
all the sheep in their sleep.

My *** has long since boiled over.
All the huff, fluff, and puff I got
has stopped,
and I am just this close to not
caring for
the clueless collective anymore.