Happy Now

How could someone choose to live in such a wasteland A polluted mess of burgers and fries in your hand, Populated with emotional distress as tighter becomes the waistband, Personal vendetta achieved bit by bit without love or a man You have yourself to blame and have no pity to demand Now you have lost all potential with nobody to care, One choice made and now a fertile life is bare, When you make a child to be an adult, this could be you.