Selfishness
Beaten into the ground,
Where everything is sound,
Bugs are the only ones around,
But still my head pounds,
At the sight of your ugly face,
As I set the pace,
You ruin the place,
Because you think it's a race,
Where all you ended up is last,
While you ended in a blast,
But that's all in the past,
While I'm still in a cast,
With a broken leg,
While you're on the street to beg,
As I drink my keg,
Plus you're just to vague,
To see personality through,\
As I always knew,
Memories in my mind flew,
To a place far away,
Not to be seen another a day,
Drowning my sorrows every which way,
But still I know I will be okay,
While you never will be,
And you'll never see,
That people don't have a fee,
And we can be a we,
But you won't change who you are,
While you're still in your car,
Way above par,
With the rest of us,
Which is a plus,
Because we'll throw you under a bus,
If you make a fuss,
Will you ever quit,
And make yourself fit,
Or do you think you're legit,
Because your cigarette's lit,
Damaging your health,
While spending your wealth,
And now your story's on a shelf,
Because you cared for nobody but yourself.
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