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If it weren’t for my distractions 
I’d end it all today. 
Turn my back on society
And simply walk away. 

Gone would be my days of worry 
And suffering through the pain.  
Of having those I’ve helped the most  
Screw me once again. 

I’m alone in days of solitude
But even more so when I’m not
Seem’s the only “friends” that come around 
Steal everything I’ve got 

I’ve tried hard to be helpful
Feeding the hungry and the poor
But the only thing I hear them say 
is “More! Damn it ! More !”

When asked the other day 
why a man would put a bullet in his head
I laughed so hard because many days 
I wish that I was dead

I’ve learned to read the writings 
that are scribbled on life’s wall
And come to understand 
the futility of it all

For those who haven’t noticed 
No one gets out of this alive
Death is always lurking 
Be it cancer or fatal drive  

I’ve given up on humanity  
I see no loving god 
To waste your time in search of one 
Is something I find odd 

When I take a look around 
I see everyone is upset
  
They hate their job, 
their car, 
their neighbor, 
their shoes, 
the gays, 
the whites , 
the blacks, 
the Jews. 

The Puerto Ricans, 
the Russians , 
the Chinese ,  
Californians , 
Martians , 
Mormons, 
Catholics, 
fat people, 
old people, 
cats, 
dogs, 
kids, 
the color of grass or the sky at night 
and even the president.  

Yet through all of the misery
They want to live another day 
Though in the morning when the sun come’s up 
They’ve nothing nice to say 

They scream and shout and rant about - demanding nothing but the best   

Yet when they’re asked how much they need
 They simply shout :
 “More than all the rest” 


Having never learned:

More is simply more….
and it’s nothing more than that…

Darrell

(The above is simply a form of artistic expression)
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