The unwanted the unwashed
Shoved off of life's course
Kicked into the gutter
With the rest of humanity's clutter
Left here to suffer
Against the sorrow there is no buffer
We just lie and languish
In our misery and anguish
If you look you could see
There is enough of us to fill the sea
But people only want happiness and glee
What was created in us, would never let this be
We've been used and abused
So mentally bruised
We where plucked in our prime
When everything in our life rhymed
We where plucked from our vine
But not to be polished and shined
Only to be thrown down
To be stomped on and ground
We lie and ferment
Never to rise to what we where ment
Then like Dr. Frankenstein they are scared of their own creations
When they come to the realization
The monster's that stalk their nights
That invades their dreams when they close their eye's tight
That make them bar their doors and hide out of sight
Are the monsters they have made, ..... And it's only right
