My patience has grown thin
With those who don't listen
They're beyond reproach
Like cockroaches in human skin
They eat so much fat
Yet remain thin
They exercise sin
And squirm out of any situation
They see but don't perceive
They laugh when others grieve
They're too busy with their employment
They've ****** all enjoyment
Out of my life so I'm stagnant
To the point it's poignant
It concerns me
How I'm up against an army of worms
It burns
Being alone cause everyone is like stone
A job is to earn money
But they sell their souls
For money they burn
Till they're in the hole or the urn
And then there's me
Who was never free
Poor as can be
But I know it's all vanity