I recall days, when I laid, in better positions/

Or is it plural? I had to whether opinions/

Yet, as I lay between nature and machine/

Crowds of followers, gather for a scene/

Whom are these idiots, that stare into the past//

And, only, see the future/

All I see are Schmoosers/

Destined for Hell: low lives, and low class//

Empty space- in their minds grows grass//

The temp in here is high, may I have the A-C/

This place is disgusting, and I may sweat, please/

Why is there no peep, or even no sound/

Standing in this line and I don’t even know how/

Look these pathetics/

Don’t even have ethics/

I use to live a life//

Snap a finger- I would get it/

I could have been a wife//

But I was too smart/ and “working” too hard/

On the roof all day/ his children would “play/”

I’d laugh at their, weak, father-

“Hubby! Fetch me some lemonade”/

I would sprawl to relax, on the turquoise chair/

Swam laps with a cap , to protect my hair/

When the roof was done, I would inspect it/

Give them a shout, causing them new perspective/

Those children were his, I could never be a breeder/

Gave them “Time-Out,” I could never be a speaker/

Then I would be a politician and they are idiots, too/

That believe public is better than the ed of a private school/

A horned man cuts the line and his stenches engross me/

Like the foul mouth that wrinkles on Nancy Pelosi/

Oh! Just the thought makes me vomit//

Atleast contemplate, the fact/

I use to hope to give it all back/

And become another noodle in a pack of Raamen’s//

My wish has come true, but the pack is now dirt/

Get me out of this Hell, as my back is now burnt/

Atleast, some of the process/

I want to hang myself, like one of the prophets/