Beast

Thought overwhelm my head,
Like an as asmatic breathing to hard, then drop dead,
Everybody looks at the facts, without paying attention to any of the scars
And those living  in the high life,
Always comparing themselves to those, who have been beaten down in life,
Those that been beaten, worked down, and out,
Appreciate every little thing,
As little as a water drop,
Coming out of their own faucet spout,
Those who haven't experienced that kind of appreciation,
Needs to open up one more eye,
To see that there is more to life than just money, sex, and selfish enjoyments,
More than drugs, electronics and job employments,
Don't get me wrong make your paper, make your pay,
But don't see yourself as someone higher then some one else,
Because it could of easily been you,
That sat down to pray,
Asking God if you could eat that day,
If you could get that pay,
Wishing that you would find some shoes,
During the scorching summer,
Or through that icy winter,
So why do we pass by those who ask for the least,
And give to those who feed the beast,
Self-Interest that's why,
We rather buy,
Unnecessary product that might make our life easier,
So feed the beast more,
Just keep pourin
more and more waste into its endless mouth
Until it practically spits it all out,
Then what will you expect to come out?
Just some more waste they give you,
While you pile in more waste,
But then what do you taste?
Not a single thing unless you become the beast,
The beast, who treats
Itself,
U see but that what would make you weak,
And will never admit their defeat,
Those kind of ones who can't compete,
And yet still be higher up,
Then those would kiss your feet,
And those would weep,
If you have them an old pair of sandals,
That would last only a week.