Fight Poem

Some days I feel like I'm surrounded by bars and bricks, encaged in rage from retards and pricks, I could turn to alcohol and slowly increase the dose and down the booze until I doze, then awake with the shakes that alcohol creates, my half baked brain everyday on repeat, hating my fate, wining away not holding my weight or I could get to my feet and grab my balls, middle finger to this worlds evil fools, the idiot institutional dipsy twits sit clipped in cloned rules, I stand alone forever, fight, be an individual, see constant rewards.