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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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