Happy Now

Written by: Thomas Brown

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.