The Good Life
by Me
Sad, mad, bad and worse
Living under a mummy’s curse.
A dieing spider, an empty well
wishing and praying
but going to hell.
A little lost child with nowhere go,
no one to hold, and nothing to know.
Spiraling downward in endless decline
Constantly saying “I’m doing just fine.”
Diamonds to ashes
and gold into rust
life’s only promise:
that dieings a must.
Shivering wet
and alone
in a storm
Silently weeping
while living the norm
Sleeping in filth
and washing in spit
Lying and crying and begging for it.
An innocent man,
frying in vain
Babies are beaten
and crying with shame.
How can one stop?
The killers a cop.
Always on bottom,
and never on top.
Having fun yet?
They wont let you quit.
Don’t you want more?
Life’s just starting it.
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