LOWEST
FORM OF HUMANOID
Yesterday
did try my soul,
And
today it’s not much better.
My
heart does ache for some relief;
That’s
why I write this letter.
The
farce that some do purport
To
alleviate their fears
Has
reached its mighty peak
And
caused so many tears.
For
what purpose did it serve
To
act so trite and low,
Except
to show themselves
To
be their own greatest foes.
Embellished
truth is worse than lies;
Denied
they cannot be,
Used
against the gentle soul
For
all the world to see,
Creates
loathsome feelings
Of
anger and despair;
But
only for a little while
Do
they really stay there.
'Cause
it’s not the natural state
For
the good of all mankind,
To
sit upon our anger;
To
it we should be blind.
Yet
there are some who relish
A
paranoia state,
Who
think that they must get you first,
Before
you eat their plate;
And
never realize the fact,
That
you don’t give a damn.
You
have enough to handle,
Than
to undermine their plan.
Even
though you really know
How
stupid that plan is,
Especially
when it affects
A
mother and her kids.
It
will not end by their own hand
The
way they think it will.
They’ll
only cause a backdraft
For
love that they will kill.
The
saddest time comes down the road
With
tiny minds destroyed
By
greedy, spiteful humans,
Their
hearts with whom they toyed;
And
leave another shattered life
Dysfunctional
and bound,
With
inner conflict and mistrust
For
all of those around.
They
think their game is cute,
And
laugh while being cruel.
The
sickest form of life
Out
there sitting on a stool.
Their
way at any price,
No
matter who it hurts,
Is
the lowest form of humanoid
Placed
upon this earth.
But
now I’ve said my peace,
And
I’ll be on my way.
I
feel so much better
Now
that I have had my say.